Francis nodded as he listened and could tell the man was about to leave. He was tired of conversing, if the homeless man had to guess. He watched him and smiled a little, though it wasn't as belittling as he had done.

"I can be right sometimes."

He stood to leave since he didn't want to be caught in the kitchen with two empty wine glasses by Richards or Higgins. They'd think he snuck people in again.

"Sure, sure. You can do the same, by the way. Also.. I do mean what I said. Don't let the fact one time didn't work out. You have at least one person who loves you, and there must be a reason for it. I don't like a lot about you, but I don't hate you. I hope you find your Lewis, since it seems that's something you're searching for. Just.." He shrugged. "It's easier said than done but.. don't let the bad things in life keep pushing you down. It can be crushing." He smiled and put his hands behind his back, mimicking the priest to walk out behind him.