"Shove some oranges in your shirt, jog his memory," He teased with a laugh, getting up and stretching his arms over his head, as he made a 'why not' face, "Yeah, I want it. You coming with, or do you got work to do?" He wanted Toby there, of course, but he could manage it on his own. Not like he needed the man to hold his hand. He'd just like him to.