Okay, so Toby and Sam weren't exactly the call-each-other-every-other-day sort of friends, but when you couple the lack of communication with the fact that the thoughts Toby had (completely inadvertently) been picking up from Sam's... Natalie... had been decidedly less than pleased regarding the behaviour of one Samhain Corvus LaCroix, that text from Frank was definitely worrying.

So, yeah, that'd be Toby, sending Sam a nice succint: the hell, man?

Which was a little bit pot-calling-the-kettle-black of him, considering the months he'd spent on the streets between his last foster home and Fandom, but details.