Every word out of his mouth had become more and more difficult, to the point he was struggling to finish his woes. He hadn't been certain if the priest was quiet for his benefit or too disgusted to speak. When he finished, and the other finally spoke, he looked over confused. Clearly, it was... wasn't it?

"The way the church and society speaks of people like me, I must be a monster in human skin, aren't I?" He was not some beast lurking in the darkness to lure men into his clutches, but that didn't matter. He wasn't normal. The other spoke more and he became troubled more so and looked down before very slowly shaking his head.

"No. The love I felt for this man felt so good and pure. I'd certainly felt a fondness in the past, but this was so different. I couldn't stop thinking about him and I knew it was wrong and troubled because of what everyone says. If I had been a woman and he hadn't been.." He cleared his throat. "Nevermind. But if we had been a man and woman I think we could have been completely open about our feelings and there had been no troubles, not like this. But my feelings aren't allowed and I shouldn't have said a thing to him. It's better to keep my thoughts and feelings buried. I even made it worse.. I wanted to forget him so when someone fell into my arms who thought like me..."

He stared at his hands. "That was truly wrong.." He looked up slowly at the other man. "Is it God or the Devil who created loneliness?"