He frowned. God how many lives had he ruined? Maybe getting sick really was gods punishment. It had been a couple years since he'd been to church, but it had been part of his life. Whether he liked it or not he went to mass regularly and on holidays and for all the christenings and communions. He'd questioned his belief for a long time and had never been able to completely consolidate his fathers business with his faith. Then after his fathers death and finding out he was Fae he'd completely turned away from the church. After all how could magical creatures and the Bible make sense together? Now he fears he may have been hasty in his decision.
"There are different types of love, yes?" God that was cheesy. "We are friends. You are great friend." Not that Pavel had a ton of friends. "And you are missing parts I like." He teased, trying to lighten the mood.