Elijah stared at him. Was the butterflies in his stomach obvious. Why did this strange man make him feel warm? He tried to recover and remind himself that he wouldn't let the beautiful face or kind voice move him as it always did, but it felt too late.

"Oh, worry to bother you, Father. I was ..going to speak in confession. Though I had no.. sin to speak of. Just.. needed to speak to someone." Someone in particular who he was now gazing upon and admiring the view. But now he couldn't say what he wanted, he had been seen there was no secrecy.