Chase didn't quite know precisely why he didn't want to admit to himself that Tobias' assertion made absolute sense, because it did. It wasn't as if he didn't trust that Tobias would do his very best, or that he cared less. Maybe it was because Kiley was his, and because he'd been the one to get the hint. Even if Tobias was right and there wasn't anything to find, he was the one who should have been looking. Being stuck at the house, frustrated and useless, felt bad enough even before it was an actual fact.
Tobias wasn't wrong. Hurting himself further seemed like far less of an issue than the idea of it taking so long to get down there in the first place. If Kiley was in the cemetery and unharmed (please, god, unharmed), what were the chances of it being heated in this weather? Faster was better.
He was crying by the time his brain finished its analysis of the situation, his head nodding in lieu of whatever words he might have said if he felt like he could have gotten them out in the first place. It felt like giving up, even if it was really the only thing he could really, feasibly do at the moment.