Eli couldn't help the small squeak of surprise that left his lips. His hand jumped off the door knob as if it were on fire before he whipped around to face the owner of the voice. The priest was prepared to lecture Finn's ears off, to nitpick every detail that didn't fall along the lines of a good and religious man. However, the moment he saw Finn, his chest tightened and he could hardly breathe. Not even he could tell what it was about him that struck Eli with such force. And even if it had become clear to him, it was not something he could explain in words. Perhaps it was dread, not happiness that the lanky man hadn't run away. Eli hoped it was.

The next thing that caught his attention was how Finn was noticeably clean. Then his eyes traveled upwards to stare long and hard at that trademark grin before a hint of his own smile graced his face. Despite Finn's lack of clothes, Eli wasn't as perturbed as he was yesterday though his face was still a healthy shade of red. A mixture of pride and relief blossomed in his chest; God was indeed watching over him. 

"Don't think so highly of yourself," Eli said lightly. "And please put on some clothes," he asked with an imploring gaze.