I call it "The meta tantrum":
Naoki didn’t even want to think about the ticklish irony of that statement right now. (BLAHDIBLAH) “I’ll go look outside." He hit the lobby button inside the elevator and then leaned against the wall, staring at the button panel. Somehow, he had to BLAHBLAHBLAH Whatever was happening to them, he would be there to see them through it. He just hoped they would stick with him, too, when all was said and done.
Naoki wasn’t playing by the rules. His desire to act of his own volition and only go to places that made perfect sense to his logical mind were treason against the author. Why did he have to go outside? Why couldn’t he just go to the fucking basement already? Was he going to have to go outside, take a look around, realize Kai wasn’t there and only when he was fully satisfied that there was no other option, head down to the parking lot only to have missed saving Kai’s life by twenty minutes? That was simply unacceptable.
Several unthinkable things occurred all at once. While the impeccably painted nails of the hand of god phased through the roof of the elevator, aliens hovering in stealth mode above Tokyo tower activated an override code, and the voices of Kai’s dead parents began to whisper to Kirin’s ancestors who spoke to Reika’s dead mother who passed the message on to Naoki’s grandparents like an otherworldly game of telephone and-
“God damn it! ALRIGHT! I’LL GO TO THE FUCKING PARKING LOT, OK!? It doesn’t make any fucking sense so screw you! But I’ll go!”
As Naoki exited the elevator at the basement level, a smug smiley face burned itself into the closing doors.