It was easy for Toby to skim right over the good things the guy had done. Not the night he'd done them, of course; at that time he'd felt strangely grateful for his presence, as he knew none of that could've been done without him and the others. Just because he was grateful for that one thing, though, didn't mean he approved of the guy hooking up with his cousin just because he could (as that was how he saw it), and as such it was easy to forget the better details of it. Like the fact that he appeared to care, and that Melli appeared to care deeply for him in return. That they seemed good for each other.
So for the most part he didn't understand Callie's hesitance to help him. It was a simple matter, right? Prevent Melli from getting into trouble-- as that was, inevitably, how Toby saw it. Had he thought through it, he might have realized that there weren't any guys good enough for some of his cousins. He always envisioned Melli with some cello-playing nerd, Miranda with some super nice guy (her age, mind you), and Cricket with-- well, no one. She was a different matter altogether and he'd be damned if something like this happened with her.
He waited, eyebrows raised curiously, for her to finish what she was saying. "She stabbed a dinner table with a knife when she got overly upset. Her decision-making when she's kind of 'emotional' hasn't been all that great, not sure if you've noticed." He wasn't giving his cousin enough credit; honestly he hadn't seen her in a moment where she had to make a real, clear decision. And he knew nothing of her relationship and the difficulty she had in accepting her feelings for the guy, either. He just assumed she wasn't capable of handling herself.
Toby sighed in exasperation as she said she wouldn't try to hook her up, but he nodded nonetheless. "Fine, you don't have to do that. But let me fuckin' know when he shows up somewhere, okay? Or if she seems upset. Especially if she seems upset." The thought of that alone broke his heart. Perhaps, if he really thought about it, he'd know why; between her and Miranda, they were the heart of the family at all. In a way he was afraid that if one of them was fractured, the entire structure of their family would be as well.
He seemed completely taken aback by the idea of not telling his sister. "What?" He asked incredulously, shaking his head. "No no no, man, you don't get it. My sister and I, we're--" A unit. One and the same. The protectors of the family. All of that shit sounded so stupid in his head, so he kept it buried back, falling silent and shaking his head. "How am I not supposed to tell her? She's gonna react badly either way, and I mean-- she's gotta help me out too." There was something she said that got to him, though, and he paused for a second, brow furrowed even if he didn't look happy to be thinking it. "What do you mean by a clusterfuck?"