Elijah saw his look and his hand released. He shook hisnhead quickly and looked very apologetic.

"I am sorry! I am surprised. I mean, I know I've not heard of you with a woman but I'd never made that assumption. Between the church and the papers, it felt dangerous to.. I am realizing that now." The priest had said the exact same thing.

He looked down and stood up. "I got coffee on your hand.." he wanted to change the subject so that Zechariah wouldn't look at him like that. He was being rejected when he hadn't even realized what was going on.

"I'm a blind fool, alright. It's the story of my life and..I don't know how to make that up to you or how to change. Or what you or anyone else wants from me. Let me wash my gloves and you can clean your hand in the sink and you can lay into me all the ways I've disappointed you. Trust me, I'm good at letting people down. The least I can do is have you let out your frustrations on me." He said with a sad sigh as he walked to the back room but wasn't sure the other would follow.