Elijah wished his mind could settle so he could think clearly about the situation. Between the discovery of the ad and Zechariah's... interest? Interest in him maybe? He had too much to think clearly.

He stood at the sink and poured a little water into a basin and grabbed some soap to carefully wash the gloves. He was nervous but it had to be done. He slowly took off his own and started to clean the white pair carefully before he could begin on his own.

He heard the other's voice and relief? Something else? Came to him, and he glanced over to the other and then back down to focus on the task. He needed a second to think, just one at least. While the constable naturally wanted to ask why out of curiosity, the last few words between them made it feel very narrow in options. Also, he just spoke of owing him so anything else but what he said felt dismissive to his feelings.

"A-alright. I'll be there, is there a certain time you want me to arrive?" He asked. It didn't feel like himself responding. It had the right reply though. "I'm always happy to see you." That was true as he'd gotten decently along with the lawyer though until now it had definitely always been professional. Now, he had literally no true idea what he was agreeing to.

With a nervous breath, he grabbed a towel to carefully dry the white gloves and turned to the other man to present the still slightly damp pair with his own ungloved hands. He couldn't help stare at them until looking up at the other. "Sorry they aren't dry yet, at least they are clean. I'd feel terrible if they stained."