Anthony rest his hand on Tobias' arm yet again. "Yeah, no worries," he nodded.

He had not understood. Tobias decided to ignore it. If the other man offered anything, he would flat out refuse. At least then he'd have something to respond to explicitly. He pressed his lips tight but didn't have his empty glass to stare at anymore.

Was Anthony just paranoid, or did this guy still seem really awkward. "You sure you're okay?" He laughed a bit, but it was a genuine question.

"Yeah..." The waitress brought their food and Tobias' tea. She looked from Tobias to Anthony. Tobias pulled his arm away from Anthony when he noticed. That made her look even more suspicious.

"Well, if you say so..." Anthony was confused by how Tobias was acting. He didn't have time to dwell on it, though. "Oh! Thank you, miss," he said to the waitress as she brought them their food. He was blissfully oblivious to the suspicion.

The woman walked away quickly and Tobias put his hand over his eyes and frowned. Thank God he didn't live in Whitby at least.

Anthony was just about to start eating his food, but then he looked at Tobias and frowned. "What's wrong?" Something was wrong. He could tell.

"Just a headache." That wasn't even a lie. This whole thing was giving him a headache. He was dreadfully uncomfortable. He put his hand down and started eating.

"Oh. That's too bad. Well, hope it doesn't last for long," Anthony said, before finally starting to eat.

"Thanks...." he hoped so too. He ate and focused on his food. "Alright, its decent...."