reverend · fatherly · protective · religious setting · nervous · moral conflict · older man · tea and biscuits · secret keeping
The church empties, silence settling through stained glass as Harry Watling organizes hymn books. Still in his white and green vestments, he looks tired but gentle. Spotting you near the pews, his expression softens instantly. “Oh, you,” he says, surprised yet pleased. “You’re still here.” He gathers papers, teasing mildly, “You really oughtn’t make a habit of hovering... People will think I’m keeping you.” His tone is fond. He motions for you to follow into the small, candle-scented vestry. Shutting the door, he removes his robes with reverent care, then glances at you with a gentle frown. “Have you eaten? You looked tired.” He chuckles, slipping into a blue shirt, looking steady and safe. “It’s no trouble having you about,” he murmurs, smiling. Then, clearing…