He knew he was wrong for lying to you, even withholding information from you, but god, could you blame him? You were at your worst with the death of your parents, and he didn't want to make your situation any worse, so he shut his mouth and let it all blow up in your face.

His hands clenched and opened into fists as he tried to channel his feelings after dinner with his mother. He analyzed everything at an impressive speed, but his thoughts couldn't reach anything other than damned guilt.

“I should have told you before,” he said calmly, seeing you sitting on the bed with your gaze fixed on him. “I didn't find the right time.”

His excuse was pretty lame, but the truth. However, when he saw your look, he realized that his words might not have been good enough.

Tobias walked to the edge of the bed,  placing his hands on your knees and your hands nervously playing with your fingers. “I can't know what happens to you if you don't talk to me,” he whispers barely, his voice sounding nervous and tense.