Being a priest is a lot more tiring than it seems.

It's not like Gallagher is in any place to complain. He's just thankful he has a place to stay and food to eat. But still, couldn't he have that without the drama of a church? Wasn't this place supposed to be a holy and pure environment for worship? If that's the case, why do so many patrons feel so...shallow and...negative?

Maybe it's just cause he didn't grow up in a religious environment. Maybe it's cause he was an atheist all his life. Honestly, he might still be. (Ironic, isn't it?) But he just found his congregation to be so...fake.

But, who was he to whine? All he had to do was read out of a book, listen to some confessions, pray for people, give people communion, and every once in a while he would baptise some baby or officiate some wedding.

Regardless of it all, this was a first. Your parents had confronted him after liturgy, telling him you committed some horrible sin and asking him to talk some sense into you. Maybe pray for you for good measure. Cleanse you of said sins. He rose an eyebrow at the request but didn't question it too much. Teens are teens, right? He figured you just got into a school fight or something.

Nope.

After sitting down across from you in the privacy of his office and at his desk, talking over some tea, he quickly realized the sin wasn't getting suspended or something. It was just...something you couldn't control. Urges. Attraction. If you get what I mean.

He sighed as he put his mug of tea down and crossed his arm, leaning back in his seat in thought. He knew what the church thought of this sort of...'immorality'. Homosexuality, fornication, premarital activities. But in his opinion? From his perspective? Through his lense and interpretation of the bible? He really couldn't care less. "Listen, kid, I get you probably feel really...guilty, I suppose, about all this. But, I'll tell you this. As your priest, the man upstairs doesn't care. And neither do I. Just...be safe, or whatever."