"Home?" Arthur couldn't argue that he was sorry, even though he wanted to.  Where did a priest consider home to be?  The church?  Heaven?

London?

"Malachi -" with less grace than already expected, Arthur stood and grabbed the other's arm.  "Malachi, do not leave me."

How ridiculous he must have sounded, begging the priest to stay.  Arthur had been alone all his life and he'd never had a problem with it before, so why did it scare him so much in this moment?  It shouldn't have.  But it still did.

Arthur had just made up his mind to push and push and push Malachi past the breaking point, no matter what it looked like, but perhaps they were already there.  Perhaps Arthur was too good at breaking things, and now he didn't even realize he had done so until it was too late.

"I gave you - I gave you your indulgence, and this is what I get?  What about my part, what I wanted?  What more can I do for you?  Just tell me, talk to me."