Elijah nodded as he returned to the room with two bowls dull of stew and placed them down. He returned with spoons and the rolls and smiled weakly. "If you say it worked for you, I will try nearly anything at this point."

He actually hated it, he didn't want his feelings for Richards to die. He wanted them to grow and for the two to have somehow worked out. But Brennan was right and it would never be as painful as it was to accept.

He offered the priest to take either seat since it was a small table before sitting himself. "You..would do that for me? You are most generous. I would like to not have to travel so far for mass, but I am not do lazy that I wouldn't. But if you offer, I would be a fool to not take it. As long as you promise me it is no problem for you."