Elijah noticed how cold he was, nothing like on Sunday. He cradled John close to his chest as his face turned sullen. He spoke again after a moment.

"I am sorry, alright? I made a mistake, Father. I was touched you came when I was ill, and I mistook you doing your job for personal kindness and foolishly thought.. we could be friends."

He bit back any anxiety he felt growing as he spoke trying his hardest to keep from stuttering. "You are just my priest and so I overstepped my boundaries. I have pestered you and even now, I've bothered you for help. I promise you were my last choice as I didn't want to pull you away from you work. But it won't happen  again. I recognize.. It was all my fault and I won't disturb you further. I will just be another face on Sunday morning . I will even go to York for confession. " 
He felt humiliated and there was a pained tightness from his chest up to his throat. He wondered if this is how it felt when kids who courted broke up, it strangely seemed like it.