It had only been when Tobias had gotten home that he had realized he had taken Anthony's jacket. Alice had asked questions. It had been uncomfortable. Everything had felt uncomfortable. And he had been tempted to burn the jacket. The last thing he needed was a reminder of his awkward slip up - or almost slip up, or whatever. 

But he felt guilty. That poor guy was clearly very poor and it was still cold. He had done enough wrong. And so he was back in Whitby the next day. There was still a mark around his eye, but the worst pain was over. He was walking around, looking for this poor man, whose name he had inconveniently forgotten. He was terrified of running into one of the Wards, and having to explain why he was back and walking around with an extra, rather worn, jacket over his arm. He had always been a poor liar.