But then, Aito’s light tone registered in his mind and he pulled back abruptly, his expression shifting into a deep frown.
“Relax?” He asked, anger now replacing his relief. How dare the kid tell him to relax when he had been going crazy looking for him? The audacity! Ryuho, the crazy love sick fool had even threatened his life!
“Where the hell have you been?” he demanded. “Don’t you know how worried we were? You were supposed to—”
Before he could finish, Tobio suddenly stepped forward and grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him out of the way.
In the same motion, Tobio seized Aito by the collar of his shirt and yanked him forward.
“Where the hell have you been?” he growled.
Aito stiffened in shock, instinctively grabbing Tobio’s wrist to push him away, but then he noticed Tobio’s other hand from the corner of his eye. Tobio's hand was raised slightly between them, his phone angled just enough for Aito to see the screen.
A single message glowed there.
‘Play along.’
