Tobias flinched as soon as Simms neared him and he nearly dropped the two lunches in his hands, instinctively wanting to cover his face to protect himself. Not that it did much good. The punch didn't come and Tobias exhaled sharply, watching Simms walk away to the fridge. His stomach hurt again and Tobias set the two lunches down before walking back to grab two more. He tried to ignore Simms all together, but it was difficult now that his gaze had landed on the Drano. Confused, Tobias glanced in the sink, but it didn't appear clogged. He walked back to get the last lunch, moving more slowly now as something more morbid began to seep into his mind.
His breath caught and Tobias felt the unmistakable dread start to spread throughout his body. Trying not to fall victim to a panic attack, or another vomiting marathon, Tobias set the last lunch down on the counter. This time he didn't move away to give Simms space. "What's that for," he asked, his voice hoarse and wavering once.