I don't deserve this.

That was, of course, Cliff's first thought when Duke had offered for him to work full-time at the winery. But... it was a purpose. A direction. A path.

He wasn't particularly religious, he believed in the Harvest Goddess but his hours and hours spent in that church and in confession were mostly an attempt at avoiding others... and partially trying to relieve his guilt.

But... if he got the job at the winery he wouldn't need to do that anymore. He could... fit in. Be a member of the town. Belong.

He was fully lost in thought as the night covered Mineral Town like a blanket, his footsteps quiet as he walked through the small park to shortcut back to the Inn.