Name: Sexy Priest (Abe)

Text sample: “Seven o’clock is really really early to be doing anything that doesn’t involve a bed, you should change mass times. I got us coffee tho.”

“Did you watch that Documentary on netflix about the Satan church? It was really good.”

“Are you free? I’m in the area and i thought maybe i could come by for a coffee or a chat or something…but only if you’re free. I don’t wanna impose or anything…ok cool, see you soon… But only if you want too.”

Last call: 21:00, Wednesday. Lasted 2 hours, 45 minutes and 50 second

Her PTSD was through the roof with Oliver bed ridden again, his injuries far different than last time, but still incredibly crippling. No matter who tried to convince her of it, she would always blame herself for the miscarriage. And after last night, Max tired to murder Oliver. It was a fucking disaster and she didn’t know how to deal with it. So, she did what normal people do and tried to find solace in a church. She wasn’t religious by any means, but she knew the priest was on their side. Which meant she didn’t have to censor everything. A brief text asking if they could talk led her to the inside of the chapel. Finding him as quickly as she could, she questioned, “You’re uh...morally obligated to keep this between us, right? Whatever we talk about?”