He sighed softly and he got up from the table, walking to the nearby window and watching out solemnly. He couldn't eat. It seemed they both had a habit of not communicating things to each other, only his was still way worse and he felt like scum for it. But she should have been honest too, he realized. He couldn't be angry at her.

"Aye Rose, I suppose if ye need some time, t'won't hurt ta give it to ye," he said with a lump in his throat. He needed to go punch some dough for his shitty behavior. Maybe that would make it so he didn't do something else wrong.