Now Tobias found himself in a bit of a pickle. He had gone out of his way to offer the help, but a part of him had actually hoped that she would have just turned it down and been on her way. Instead, she had taken him up on the offer and he was left with the issue of keeping up with his offer. Even if he would rather not have the trouble, there it was now waiting for him.<br/><br/>“Umm…” he began as he glanced to the front of the truck and then back to the girl. “Well…yeah…basically,” he tossed the bags into the back of the truck and started back for another couple. “Just hook your arm through the handle and hang on…the bumps can get pretty bad, but if you try to move with the truck? It’s easier…” his words lacked confidence in the matter which showed his sudden uncertainty in the matter. Social was not his thing, Tobias stopped being social the night he was sent home…alone. When all he wanted was put a gun between his lips and silence the voice, he stopped being social.<br/><br/>Countless hours of therapy later, followed by some medication and he was no longer in that place. However, due to that, it made him rusty in social settings. Like, he offered to be nice and now he kind of regretted that decision and could not come up with a polite way to say.<span style="font-style: italic">Hey…yeah...no, I don’t like being around people, so can you just…leave now? K thanks.</span><br/><br/>With more trash in hand, his steps slow and displaying his hesitation to getting back to her he tossed them into the back of the truck and then looked to her. Prepared to tell her to be on her way, only to stop when he thought about how nervous and scared she looked. How she was basically on the very verge of a meltdown and if he turned down the offered help, he would be worth nothing.<br/><br/>“Ready?” he asked and once she nodded he climbed atop the back of the truck, gave the side a pat to signal Frank and off they went.