Francis was in a wonderful mood. He'd had a great night and met a great person he wanted to see again. He wasn't a fool though, he knew there was always a chance the other regretted it.

When he left the Presbytery after having breakfast he saw the familiar man coming. He didn't have a smile like yesterday so worry came to Francis. Last night was a mistake. He was a mistake.

There was a moment as he paused in his steps to take a shaky breath and steel himself for what was to come.

He gave a small wave, "Edmund!"