He felt hopeless. He wanted to comfort Elijah. And hug him. And give in to all those desires he had worked so hard at suppressing. But how would he live with himself? "I don't know what to say, Elijah..."

Here he was, the preacher without words, the shepherd who couldn't lead the flock. Who preyed on his own sheep. What had he become?

"I wish I could hold you, but I don't trust myself. I'm not as good and lovable as you seem to think I am."