Elijah heard him and smiled weakly as he spoke up though quietly, not certain if the other heard. "I meant not..as in .. not richard but.. it isn't important.." For it wasn't really. There was a lot to soak in, like how he was reaching for the last of the vodka. And how he finished off that bottle.

He rose his brow as he listened and nodded. "Well... I am far from a righteous man. All of the sins I've done, and confessed to. I can't help but wonder if God thinks I'm an idiot or if I am lying and don't care about it." He smiled towards Zechariah, wondering if it was a bit of both. It definitely was. "But if you can over look it, I am always willing to make myself a better man." Though what that meant to someone like Zechariah he didn't know.

"Where..." He was about to ask what he meant but immediately knew he meant the bedroom. While he wanted to be flattered and blushed, what brought him to his feet was the other man's unsteadiness. He moved to his side and took his arm gently. "Ah, sure. Why don't you show me whatever you want to show me. But you're looking a bit.. " He was never going to say it. "Tired. So let me help you." He hoped that the other wasn't too proud to accept his arm around him to steady the man. Had he refused, Elijah would still keep close. If he noticed the other man stumble, he'd be there to catch him, or even fall himself to cushion the other's blow. While the ship he desired was sailing far away, perhaps he could still ship wreck himself into an island for this one if it was indeed what he'd been dreaming of.

"I.. have a couple of questions I desperately want to ask you. But ... perhaps we can save those for another day. After you've rested well and in a more... pondering mood?"