Crane sipped the vodka, a warmth filling his belly. He watched the way the shadows danced over the features of the man across from him. It was so strange to see him knowing now another side of him. A small smile came to him.

"I guess I never considered the letters were from someone I already knew. I-" immediately he looked away and blushed furiously. He remembered some of the content in those letters and images flashed in his mind. Zechariah in just a house robe. Wanting to call out his name. Sixteen ...centimeters.

He had to slow down on the vodka so he took a spoonful of soup to clear his head. Was he trembling? He thought he heard something...

"You're more than a mere morsel.. and if I fail you again I'm more than willing to work towards making it right. " His letters gave Elijah the feeling he had an imagination on how.

The next comment confirmed it and he found himself staring at the other man. That blush hadn't fully faded and was renewed. "It isn't..unheard of."