He barely realized that Justin was holding out his shirt, busy pulling on and fastening his trousers, scowling something vicious. As he turned it was held out and he snagged it rather harshly, jaw tight before looking at Justin, realizing who he was with and the fact he needed to control his temper.
Closing his eyes, holding on to the shirt, he ran a hand through his hair and took a long deep breath. "I'm sorry-" he turned to face Justin, moving his free hand to the back of his neck pulling him closer to kiss him. He lingered for a moment before pressing their foreheads together and let out another sigh. "They are holding off the search for him till tomorrow morning." The anger simmered below the surface with those words, but he couldn't take it out on Justin; no, he'd find another way to let out his aggression.