Tobias walked beside him in uncomfortable silence. He was usually not the most observant, but the other man was radiating misery. Tobias dug his hands in his pocket and rubbed his thumb and index finger while he considered what to do. Should he ignore it? Or was he supposed to ask. He should probably attempt some kind of conversation in the least, but Mr. Willaby's answer regarding Rose had been short. What else could he talk about? Ah. He was a baker! "How's the bakery?"