[i]~There is a bright look in the young priest's eyes as he watches Zach run. The sight of him moving without pain, his face split in a wide smile rather than shadowed and full of fear or shame. The Zach of this place is how the priest wishes all children could be. His eyes follow the young man as he falls next to him on the grass.

He chuckles lightly and turns his head to look at Zach, only to find the boy looking right back at him. He feels no shame here as he admires the young man's hansom face. He can certainly see the attractive man he will one day grow into and the priest has no problem letting such thoughts drift freely through his mind. Here, there is no church, there is no law, there is only the beauty and peace the young priest seeks so fervently in the waking world.

He sighs softly, his hand siding along the grass until it is even with Zach's face. Reaching out ever so gently he strokes the backs of his fingers along one smooth cheek and lets out a light noise.

“What happened to you, Zach. What drove you on to the streets. . .Why are you in this world alone. . .”

His fingers brush once more over Zach's cheek before he hand falls to rest on the grass between them. His eyes never leave the boy however as in his mind he runs through all the scenarios revealed to him over the years by all the little ones he's rescued. Even as they pass though him however, the peace of the park around them keeps him calm.~[/i]