He can hardly help that grin that tugs at his features. Raven, even now, attempting to comfort him as if it were him who needed those words more. Such a tender-hearted thing she was, deep down. Tobias half inclined to shake his head and brush her worries for him aside. After all, what he had, that very existence, in a fashion, off two beings within the same mind was hardly something that might be cured. He was perhaps, self-depreciating, more than he should be and yet that was but one side of him, The other half, he is sure, hardly worries about things so unimportant as the thoughts of others. Tobias assured he is the very definition of an enigma in some cases and yet for now he offers little in an effort to discourage her. After all, telling her not to worry about him would only make her worry more. It was better, he was sure, to simple nod and yet that hardly means he is willing to give up on that discussion of her own nature. Raven so seemingly determined to be selfless in even this- unbelievable though it was. Were he the type to believe in the notion of religion he'd almost have believed her to be a saint. She had to be, surely, to put up with him. To love him. His own features soften slightly. The shaggy haired man content to push those thoughts of sainthood and God away, they were things better not thought off. If there was a God though- he'd have to beg Tobias for forgiveness as far as he was concerned. Enough of that.

"If they can tell you that you are worth nothing and I can tell you that you are you need only choose which one you want to believe."

That crooked sort of smile touches his lips once more, his words entirely soft before her lips pressed to his own, the man shifting slightly, deepening that kiss just so before managing to harness those wants and press them back down, allowing himself to pull away. His hand easily finds her own then, striding towards that red carpet and those cameras, the deviant boy hardly missing the soft smile Raven seemed to summon for the camera all the same. Tobias assured he would get a copy of those pictures for her before his time here tonight was done. It was with a sense of relief, almost, that he found himself in that enormous warehouse so done up for the night with white table clothes and buffets and hanging lights and fine china with flutes of champagne. It was, perhaps, the sort of place Raven deserved to be, the sought that was, for the most part, out of his ability to afford her if only because he was so contained to a form that offered him no way to allow it and yet she didn't seem unhappy with what they did have. Even if it wasn't much. The words upon her lips however, the mention of him sees his own gaze glance away. Tetradore was a topic he dared not speak off, his brother was but one of the few things in this world both himself and the Other were united in. They both knew. They both understood and yet now was not the time to display any of that.

"Let's not talk about it."

His words were soft, kind and yet firm all the same. He had failed Tetradore once, as children, the reminder that he had done so again was almost too much to bare and when things became too much the Other so had a habit of taking over. That, he thinks, would be terribly unfortunate here and now. Besides it was for Tetradore himself that he was even here tonight. For Tetradore and for Tobias. The Other one. He draws Raven's attention instead to the setting before them, a smile edging its way onto his lips at the sight of the how his mate seemed to enjoy experiencing even this one night of splendour. Ah, but how he was going to ruin it. God he hated himself some times. Her mention of his being a 'showman' as she moves to release his hand and better explore those fine table sees a chuckle of sorts fall from his lips, the sound decidedly rare, lacking that hissing it so often made when that Other part of him attempted to force that amusement. This sound a far richer, deeper, manlier one.

"Despite appearances I am very good at following Tetra's orders when they matter. He always promised me a treat. He never once failed to deliver on that. I like pattern, I like repetition, we did this every year and it's why we are doing it again now. I, apparently, get very upset when we break tradition."

He frowned slightly at this attempt to explain himself, one eye lifting slightly at Raven's mention of that obstacle course, a look almost sheepish finding its way to his features before he spoke softly again.

"That is for what is at the back of this warehouse, in the next, adjoining one. We will go that way, towards that back door as soon as the speeches start. We have to do one thing first though. I'm going to introduce to someone. Come on."

He took her hand softly once more, his long, easy stride leading the way through that crowd with a nod of sorts to one person or another, Tobias heading for a short, stocky man well dressed and yet sweating in his suit. Tobi my boy! You've come back, don't you look smart? Much better then last year. Where's Aiden? Oh and whose this? The man so immediately held his hand out to Raven now with great flourish.

"This is Raven Clocksworth, my girlfriend and my mate. Raven this is Gerald Lowsten, the director of Green Hills. Aiden....can't be with us tonight but he sends this, with his regards, as always."

It was with ease that Tobias reached into his pocket, plucking out that check Tetradore gave every year. The stocky man seeming momentarily alarmed, not at the check, but at the composure of the boy who had, last year, attempted to eat the table cloth. Clearly finding a girl had done him good. He took the check all the same, smiling warmly before gesturing to those mountains upon mountains of boxes piled at the back of the room beside him. We have had more donations than ever this year, the Nightshade Pack donation is always very generous, it helps with all the transport and sorting. Pass on my thanks to Mr Tetradore won't you? It was very nice meeting you Miss Clocksworth and ah- Tobias I don't believe you ever told me your last name? There was a distinct moment of silence then. Tobias merely staring blankly towards the man. His last name? He....didn't know it. He couldn't remember it. Those golden eyes flicker almost desperately towards Raven before something, or someone, from somewhere seems to force the words out of his mouth.

"Cain."

The surprise upon his features is evidently clear, shock seeming to radiate from within him. Tobias entirely unaware as to where such a name had come from or whether or not it was even remotely true and yet it seemed....right. As if a memory had, somehow, fallen into place. Ah, excellent, I won't forget. Goodnight Mr Cain, enjoy your evening. Gerald's departure hardly sees Tobias move, those dark, leopard gold eyes merely staring blankly forward as he makes some attempt to gather himself once more, the man turning briefly to raven now.

"Is that my last name? I think it is."

Surely Raven knew it? Didn't she? Didn't anyone? It felt right and yet he could hardly be sure, a wealth of emotion seeming to exist within him before one hand runs through those tousled locks and he dismisses the thoughts for now, head shaking softly.

"The speeches will start soon, when they do we just wait until everyone is paying attention and slip out this door and towards that other warehouse where they are taking all these boxes. No one will notice, it will be fine and then you'll see why we needed the obstacle course. Do you want anything to eat first? The food is pretty good. It's better than that dreadful fish he gave you at the river."

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push