Gideon was about to help the poor guy out, let him know it had been a joke, when he seemed to twig on; with a light laugh that turned into a smirk, he let it drop. Finn was a rather awkward chap. It was probably a good thing, Gideon thought, that his job concerned more squinting at people through glasses and keeping his nose in a book than talking to anyone. Thinking of the glasses.... "Hey, don't you usually wear those specs? Surprised you can read without." He commented idly, wondering if this was another piece of the 'why was Finn in trouble' puzzle.
"Oh yeah, you caught the sickness. I heard something about struggling to keep an appropriate distance from someone infected. Do you know what that could mean?" He was absolutely just shit stirring now, but well, even Priests liked to indulge sometimes.
Still, he knew not to come on too hard. Leaning back, hands up, he shook his head. "No, no. We all worship in our own ways and I'm sure you have your reasons. I just like to know why people don't come, so I can know what I'm doing wrong."
"Oh yeah, you caught the sickness. I heard something about struggling to keep an appropriate distance from someone infected. Do you know what that could mean?" He was absolutely just shit stirring now, but well, even Priests liked to indulge sometimes.
Still, he knew not to come on too hard. Leaning back, hands up, he shook his head. "No, no. We all worship in our own ways and I'm sure you have your reasons. I just like to know why people don't come, so I can know what I'm doing wrong."
GIDEON
And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold you lightly
Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
