He's very shocked, surprised, appalled...you name it. In other words...he's really pissed.
Then again, I'm really pissed too. When we arrived back in Tokyo, Eiri and I didn't speak a word. To this day, I haven't talked to my brother.
Whatever possessed him to do what he did back in Kyoto, I don't know. Maybe it was some way to show Father that he didn't give a rats ass about his opinion.
Anyway, I came home; Tohma seemed very, very happy to see Momiji. Call it a father-son separation anxiety thing. Haha. I found it rather kawaii, actually. Momi seemed equally happy to see his father.
Thank goodness they have a better father-son relationship than my brother and my father.