[Content Warning: abuse]

What did he do wrong? Elijah had a lot on his plate now. He had Sunday dinner coming up but felt confident that Alice was no longer his concern as he trusted in Noah. He now felt guilty after coming home late the night before because he had gone to confessional and had a weird experience with Father Richards. 

Then he came home. And no one was there. 

He knew it was too good to be true to thing the man he'd just met would be there, but it had been nice. What now had him wandering the street to clear his head, was that he wasn't at his own place either. He had checked to see if he wanted dinner. It was fine if the man had turned him down, he certainly deserved his space and Elijah worried he'd been too clingy. But he wasn't home, and that really limited the options in the constable's mind. 

He was pathetically naive to think otherwise. Clearly the fact he wanted to go slow meant it was his own fault. So he had gone home and gone to bed, but then left early. He didn't want to come home, so he let Diane out to find her own food. The last place Elijah wanted to go to was the area where he'd met Anthony or go to the pub for a drink. He wanted to wallow in his misery that felt well deserved for falling into something like an idiot. He didn't even check to see where he was. He simply stuffed his hands into his pockets and leaned against a wall hanging his head.  There was a desire to call off going to the Wards' tomorrow but he couldn't do that. It would be nice to see Rose again since she was so busy. 

"Ugh, I'm just a miserable, pathetic mess. "He covered his face and simply leaned against the wall and hang his head. Perhaps he would go home and just sleep in bed and forget the world. He sniffed and went to a different bar to get a drink. His inner mind was coming up with an idea. It was stupid but it might help him feel better.