"Mr. Crane." Gabriel stood just outside of the sacristy. He had promised himself he would go and talk to Elijah, but every time a distraction came along, he took it with both hands, and so Gabe hadn't 'found time' to see Elijah yet. As a priest, one could keep oneself conveniently busy.

Yet here was Elijah Crane, looking as lovable and when he had first laid eyes on him - no, first heard him. Gabriel looked down, before mustering up what little courage he had and approaching him. "Are you alright?" His attempted neutral voice came out tense.