Oh, the things that were going through his head at that moment. 

Tobias stroked your hair with one hand, while your head was resting on his shoulder, your face full of tears and your small back shaking from how loud your sobs were. His body was basically your protective shield in those moments.

“I know what you're thinking, and there's no way I'm letting you do that,” he whispered against your hundred, his voice hoarse and barely audible, like he was restraining himself from shutting those idiots up to make you feel good. “Listen to me? Listen to me, no. Do not do it.”

He was so scared at the thought of losing you, that he would have been capable of murdering Jeanine himself for putting you in this situation. 

His hands clenched into fists when he heard you say that you didn't matter much. Jesus, he wasn't listening to that, for God's sake.

“Hey,” he said with the intention that you will raise your head to look at him. “You matter. You matter to me. I love you,” he whispered with a broken voice, as if those words were the most sincere thing he had ever said in his entire life. 

After that confession, there was no way he was going to let you go.