Elijah looked down at the desk which he could see some drops of coffee in all it's paleness and then up at him. He'd worked with Zechariah enough, and yet he had no clue what he'd think. He slumped and covered his face. "If .. maybe.. I ... " He couldn't say it. How to say it subtly enough he got it, yet could pretend he misunderstood. What did it matter? The trashy article practically called him out, even though she couldn't have known. Both priests knew. Who knows how many guessed? "I like men." He manage to say though his voice was cracked and he wanted to just go home and lock the door for all eternity. "You'd leave.. if you knew."He finally said more clearly. If Wilde with couldn't get out of it, what hope would some no name constable have if people knew for a fact about him?