[Leave it to Toma to read between the lines. Chobe doesn't want to admit it, not vocally anyway, that he lacks little to no control over their situation. It feels like a rock in his gut, knowing they could be ripped away at any moment, that he can't confidently be there to shield his brother from the crashing wave of weirdness, even if deep down, he knows Toma can handle it.

If they are separated, there are some people here that would be valuable allies (read: pawns), and he believes in Toma's ability to find them. His little brother may be skilled in fooling others with that pretty boy persona, but he also has full faith in Toma's judge of others' characters.

He threads their fingers together, lightly tugging him closer.]

Don't make such a disappointed face. I bet you'll find someone that's at least entertaining. And if they fuck you over, I'll just kill 'em.