Toby was being emo, dammit. He missed like, everyone and Kevin was all endlessly making out with Bro in front of him and he was totes allowed to sulk about it, no one even try to tell him different. Or you know, he'd shove you, Adam! Toby made his way to the beach, feeling the need for time away from all the happy couplings in the Cove. Waves crashing on the glorious golden sand of Hawaii Canada, he lifted his arms and began to sing.

( Empty spaces fill him up with holes, dude! )

With the song complete, and his heart having bled out like, metaphorically on the beach, Toby turned and headed back to the hotel. Maybe he'd see Kevin there...

[I couldn't not. Estaaaablishy, which means it is not open!]

The past week had been just like any other week in Dante's Cove, consisting of lots of half-naked people wandering the hotel and bar and club, Toby working long hours in the kitchen and peeling sweaty men off of him as they tried to grind on him as he brought baskets of fruit to the bar.

Toby had even followed his usual pattern of going back to his room after work and having endlessly hot sex with his boyfriend du jour, getting all sweat-slick in the tropical heat of Canada (yeah).

Yes, Dante's Cove was endlessly predictable. Laying out on a beach chair Sunday afternoon, Toby almost missed Fandom. He was never this exhausted after sex back on the island. Checking out his biceps, he decided he just needed to hit the gym extra hard to make up for it.

[Open in that telephonic manner.]

Like Lee had suggested, Toby had called Adam and learned that yes, portals went to Dante's Cove even if Adam tried to take it back once he heard Toby's reasons for wanting to get home so badly.

He'd left messages for Lion-o, Worfy, and the girls and had walked down to the beach, wearing only the torn, button-fly jeans he'd arrived with a year ago, back when he'd had the amnesia. Really, he could only hope he'd retain his memory this time around.

Toby took one last look at the grand island, wiped away the tears that hadn't stopped after he'd tried calling Lee and failed miserably (there were just some people he could never say goodbye to), and walked out into the water. "Fuck that's cold!" It was enough to shock him out of his emo.

"Couldn't that bastard have waited till June to become someone's unwilling sex slave? Miley!"

Toby could be heard muttering as he strode into the waves, only ducking his shiny brown locks into the sea when he spotted the sparkle of the portal beyond.

[TOBY IS GOOOOONE! I can't deal with his tears so there were no goodbyes. He'll be back, though. If only to take Worf to Homecoming.]

The third floor totally had the best showers. And yes, Toby had tried them all at some point during his time in Fandom, not having an in-room shower to call his own. He stepped out from under the water and tied a towel around his waist before shaking the water from his luxuriously wavy brown locks.

Toby sang to himself as he wiped the steam from the mirror and nearly jumped through the ceiling at what he saw there.

[For his guest, please. And like anything that ever involved Toby and Kevin? Totally NSFW.]

"Hey, you've got Toby, I'm just not here. But I'll totally call you back when I get this. Unless this is Kevin and you're being a douche because if so we're not talking and don't leave a message because I'm not listening."

There was a long pause.

"But everyone else can um, leave a message after the tone."

*BEEP*



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