[Content warning: Homophobia and religious views towards it]

Elijah was a mess. Why didn't Zechariah give that man pants?! The image still bobbed to and fro in his head. It had affected his dreams. Distracted him from his work. He knew he was abnormal. Ever since he was a teen and most guys ran after girls, he had become awkward since he did not follow them. It had help him fall into his career as he focused his mind elsewhere. Unfortunately, it seems years later, that so much avoidance of such thoughts, the smallest reminder has these avoided feelings and sensations come tumbling full force. It was bad enough, but it also made him feel ... wrong. Not just in the wrong, but that he was sick. Perhaps physically but definitely mentally and spiritually. He knew where he had to go, even if it didn't have answers.

Finding the place somewhat empty, but it was the perfect time for confession. He made sure no one was watching and slipped behind the door. He rarely came here, he knew he wasn't perfectly religious but he had tried to at least make church if work didn't come first. 

"I."He coughed and tried to roughen his voice up a bit and lower it. He could not bear to be recognized. "I.. need to speak.. to you father. In.. confidentiality."