Had he been wrong? Had it not been love he had seen? Or had he ruined even that with his letter? It didn't matter in the end. Elijah loved him. Loved him so much he couldn't stop loving him. Just like Gabriel couldn't -,

But it was bad. He should feel bad. Elijah loved him.

He looked down at the table, so as not to have to look at the man he still loved. It didn't matter that he had spent months trying to subdue his sinful desires and had even believed he had managed to eradicate them. They had come back with a mere glance at Crane's face, the sound of his voice and the way he stressed certain letters and skipped others, the way he walked and sat. Everything was lovely, even his tears.

He tried to remember what it was he should say. "Then we were both wrong, and we have both failed to eradicate these feelings. But we can never give in to them, Elijah."