Kyoya closes the PASIV case with a snap. "Tamaki, we need to get out of here." He dares a glance at Tamaki and immediately flinches away, unable to stand the horror in those beautiful eyes.
"Kyoya- mon ami, I am so sorry-"
"It doesn't matter, Tamaki. We need to go." He picks up the PASIV and heads for the door. A sudden pressure on his shoulder stops him in his tracks. Already on edge, he grabs the hand, pulling it forward, and only a split second realisation of whose hand it was stops him from throwing Tamaki over his shoulder. "Enough, Tamaki! Fuss later, now we need to leave." He turns, glaring Tamaki down until the blond nods, eyes leaving Kyoya's. Belatedly, he releases Tamaki's hand. They don't have time for this.