He took the shoes with an apologetic look and a sigh, sitting back on the bed to put them on. "M'sorry. I just... part of me wanted her to be here. So I could make it up to her, all this..." He shoved his foot roughly into the shoe, grunting at the effort, "Shit she's been through." A beat, as he worked on tying the kont, "Maybe she's better off, though, right?" He didn't make a habit out of musing out loud around Chris, but for now it was his way of showing he was trying to trust Keller while the more physical issues got worked out.
At the mention of working at the restaurant, a corner of Toby's mouth twitched in a repressed smile. "I'm a shit cook, and my interpersonal skills have taken a hit, what with fearing for my life 24/7 for the past six years. What the hell do you think I'd do?" He didn't sound against the idea, just honestly curious.