Sometimes, Toby knew when his work was going to be cut out for him. Silas was one of those cases. He knew that the man had his reasons; his history with addictions and the fact that he'd spent the time he had in gangs made it unsurprising. He'd have honestly been more surprised if he wasn't guarded. If he just willingly came out with everything that he was keeping inside.
And he suspected that a lot of that was simply kept back for the sake of keeping Rae's image of him pristine. But from what he and Rae had vaguely talked about, he seemed to understand that she knew that his past was dark, with scattered light shining through. He also knew, to a degree, that it was hard for Silas to understand that the people who loved him, loved him despite the darkness of his past. Maybe even loved him more because he'd overcome it.
To be honest, in comparison to some of the people that Toby had seen in his position, Silas was flourishing now. He was healthy. Strong. Brave in the face of endless adversity. If Toby had been through all that Silas had, he sincerely hoped that he'd have the inner strength to face it like Silas had. He was a good man.
He was also ten minutes late.
That said, Toby didn't care about time. Time wasn't really as important as it used to be in the old world, and the only reason he really set forth times for his appointments was for the sake of his patients. Most of the time, he cleared an hour after each appointment, in case his client was late. So that they could all get their fair share of time, no matter when they showed up.
In order to keep this session casual, light, Toby had done what he did with Regan sometimes and brought four beers; two for him, and two for Silas. Sometimes it was easier to talk with a beer in your hand. It both gave you something to focus on and something to occupy yourself when you didn't know what to say. Silas' beer sat on the table, and a couple little rivulets of condensation rolled down and hit the table underneath him. Toby looked away and glanced out the window in front of him, over the compound.
When Silas strolled in, Toby gave him a nod of greeting. "Hey," he said with a smile, then he gestured to the stool beside him. "Have a seat."
He barely bit back a question about whether Silas had thought of his questions yet. He didn't want to jump right in with questions, anyway. Let him relax a little bit, first.