Malachi went quiet again as he listened, gaze downward cast. As much as he hated to admit it, Tully was right on this one. He meant it when he said that she viewed him in a far more positive light than what was deserved, but it was also likely true that Nettie truly believed otherwise, and that she was… perhaps not ignorant of his flaws, but understanding of them. Forgiving.

It was more than he could say for himself.

The priest dipped his head in agreement.

“Yes, I suppose you’re right.”

These kinds of conversations were not exactly easy for him, no. He felt the growing urge to return to his room and wait another few days until he felt sensible enough to face the world again, but he couldn’t. There were things to be done, services to be held, a parish to care for.

After quietly clearing his throat, Malachi finished off his wine.

“Thank you, Mr. Tully. For… speaking more with me. I hope you’re aware that you can share your concerns with me as well, when they arise.”