He chuckles softly, not minding the questioning because it’s sort of just Kenny’s nature. He’s curious--and cautious to boot. Toby’s used to it by now. “I know the guy that runs the club we’re going to, he won’t say anything.” That wasn’t…exactly true, but they didn’t tend to check IDs if you came in the back door of the club, so it really wouldn’t be an issue either way.
“You trust me, right?” He asks, a teasing lilt to his voice, signaling he doesn’t actually thinking Kenny doesn’t trust him. Even if Toby has told him in the past he should find someone else, someone better.
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Date: 2017-03-05 09:49 pm (UTC)“You trust me, right?” He asks, a teasing lilt to his voice, signaling he doesn’t actually thinking Kenny doesn’t trust him. Even if Toby has told him in the past he should find someone else, someone better.