Feeling a little better almost the instant that Peter picked him up, Toby even smiled a little when the shopping bags began to march smartly toard the kitchens. It was clear that he still was NOT ok, because his attention wasn't focused solely on Peter's display. Normally such a dramatic act by Peter would have Toby shouting in encouragement and begging him to do it again, but now a large portion of his attention was still focused on trying to watch that part of pavement around Peter and Claire as well. Toby wrapped his arms tightly around Peter's neck, wondering how he could feel safe and worried all at once.
"Peter, he died. He was going to get me, and then the bullet hit him there..." Toby touched his own head. "He was going to hurt Claire, but I wouldn't let him."