When Elijah pulled back his arm to cross his arms, Simon realized he had probably said the wrong thing. He listened with a frown. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say... I suppose if you feel that it works, that's good...." He took a sip of his beer and stared at the coals glowing in the fire. "I know I could never stay here, because all the people who care about me here... they don't even know who I am. I feel like a stranger." He turned back to Elijah. "So I thought.... if that is the case, well, then what does it matter what you do with that secret part of your life. They'd be appalled anyway."