Can't Accept His Feelings.

Tobias was silent, more so than usual, during the drive back. He was deep in thought and didn’t seem to pay much attention to his surroundings, only responding whenever his assistant spoke. And the moment the car came to a stop at the house, he stepped out, his expression stoic. His assistant, who had gotten out the same time as him, followed after him, his steps a tad bit faster as he tried to match his pace. “Sir,” He began carefully, hoping to gain his attention. “What shall I do about your 3 o’clock meeting with Mr. Neil Sanders?” “Cancel it,” Came Tobias’s answer as he quickened his pace, ignoring the assistant as he walked straight to his office, not even bothering to close the door behind him. He went straight to his desk and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, pouring himself a glass and then downing it in one go. He set the cup aside and stared out the window. The sky was a beautiful blue, the sun bright and the birds chirping, but not even that could distract him from his thoughts.