"But?" P.V. queried gently, her voice a breath...wondering what could be weighing upon him so heavily.
"Well...I decided to have a go at....well, seminary actually...thought it might do me a bit a good for awhile...I'm Rhys," he said gently, stretching a fleshy-palmed hand toward her. He was exploring her face more directly now, waiting to catch her eyes again, so that he might perhaps discern more..."