The moment the words got out, Elijah was sure he'd hear the slamming of a door or maybe slapped with something even though he didn't think Zechariah would ever be violent. They'd always had a somewhat professional relationship so he didn't know a lot about him.

And here he was spilling out secrets as he felt the world drop out from under him. Hearing the other speak, and still sitting there relaxed. He was confused. He looked up at him and his hands slowly dropped.

"All? You.. aren't bothered by this? You don't think something is..wrong with me? Or..anything ? You are still here.." he said softly. "Thank you.." he hadn't don't anything but be there. It meant a lot to him.