He forced himself to swallow hard as the boy groaned, his fingers pausing as he tried to think of something, anything, else. The sermon he had to deliver this coming Sunday; respecting thy neighbours and their belongings and knowing and respecting everyone's place... He took a breath, a deeper one then he intended, startling himself. "Sorry, Fabian. A solitary hiccup, I think." He explained, even if it wasn't completely true. He had to stop allowing those demons to think for him. He was healing the sick, helping them, not in the Theatre. And with that thought, he allowed himself to concentrate again on rubbing over the boy's calf, hoping that his change in mood was not noticeable through touch.