Michael frowned a little then, before taking a sip of his coffee. "The saints say much the same," he muttered, "though they always were human." It was different trying to lead a holy life in these times, however. And what did a 'holy life' even mean. If Saint Francis of Assisi was bedding down with someone, then maybe no one had the right to judge.
"I feel as I have always felt. Like I don't belong here, and yet here I am, and so I make do. I'm working homicide at the moment." Michael always went between working with police officers and the armed forces. They were his patronage.