I suppose a priest wouldn’t lie, so I’ll have to take your word for it, Father.

[Still, his mouth is curved in a slightly self-conscious but pleased smile. He knows he’s no old man past his prime, but he’d thought his time and general disposition hadn’t been doing him any favors.]

[Coming to a stop, he nods to one small building in particular.]

This is my stop, I’m afraid. I’ll look forward to having coffee with you when we meet up. I hope you stay well until then.