"Best not." Francis' voice is quiet, even a little apologetic; he sees that shaken look in the other man's face, and looks away, not wanting to embarrass him. He falls silent then, his gaze lingering, assessing the other man. Should he offer help, or will the stranger take that as an insult? It is so often so easy to overstep, to draw attention to feelings a man might more gladly conceal.

In the end, he nods, and starts towards the King's Head, matching his step to the other man's. "In any case, you are owed a drink, I think, for putting an end to that thing."