When Haruhi didn't answer, a slight panic welled up in Tamaki's belly, and his aching arm clamped against his belly, as he shook his head, and tried again. "Haruhi -- Are you --"
He hated the thought that his fiance might be angry with him -- but there was the possibility. Tamaki had been so long gone, he feared the other could have simply given up on him... considering how different from a normal gehaka and haka the two of them were. Tamaki had been used to taking charge in his old home; he was his young mother's eldest son, and as such his own home had been thrown into disarray when his arm had broken. He'd even tried to send out a message, but it had never made it past the gates, with as unreliable as his youngest brother was.
In a faint panic, Tamaki went hurrying through the house, breathlessly. "Haruhi! Where are you?" The doors were left wide behind him as he went looking, finally standing before the garden door with his chest heaving and his golden hair in disarray.