"I..." He hesitates, biting his lip, worry in his eyes. "It's not all that good, it's not like anyone would want to buy it... I... I mean... I'm not..." His voice cracks slightly and he backs up. He shouldn't be afraid of this, still. That man is out of his life now. And yet...

('Do you get prize money?' 'No?' 'No? So then what's it worth? It won't pay the bills, so what good is it?')

Tobias shakes his head, trying to dislodge the haunted look he knows is in his expression. "... I don't know if anyone would want it."