He'd be reserved. A reserved apology. Unengaged. And then Crane could be on his way and live the life he wanted to live and hopefully forget the embarrassing letter, and Gabriel...

Christ had descended to hell. At least he'd not be alone in his suffering.

But he couldn't help looking up at Crane when he heard the cracked voice. Tears. Elijah was crying. His heart melted sooner than his mind could intervene. With two steps, he was by Crane's side and he put his hand on the constable's. A mistake. But it was done.

"Please, why should I be angry with you. I should be the one to apologize."