Toby felt a strong sense of surprise when he felt his hand being clutched in Ashley's. He had not had much emotional connection with other people in awhile, and he was not used to it. Toby didn't know what to think of it when she said she was sorry for him. She couldn't do anything to change things, and she didn't have to, it wasn't her fault. It was the damn deadheads' faults. Toby gripped Ashley's hand back tightly and placed his other hand over hers.<br/><br/>"It's alright, I try not to think about it. Don't be sorry for something that you can't change. It isn't you're fault." he gripped her hands tightly. He did not deserve this sort of comfort, he was fine. Ashley on the other hand looked like she was about to cry again. Toby decided to wrap an arm around her and pull her close, his hand on her shoulder, patting it reassuringly.<br/><br/>"If you need to cry, just let it out, my father said that in times like this... it's ok to cry, so let it out if you think you need to." he felt like a hypocrite, unable to listen to his own father's advice, but giving it out to strangers anyways. He cursed himself inside but he knew he had a good reason not to, he had to be strong for people who couldn't be strong for themselves yet, he knew this much.