"You're a good man, Father. And that is a rare and precious thing." Good and kind and gentle. And of course beautiful on a more mundane physical level as well. No sense not counting that piece of it.

It was a mad thought, but Liam wanted to lose himself in the other man, even if it was only once, only a night. It was insane and dangerous and selfish and god he wanted him.

He took a bite of his own sandwich, hesitating at the question. "Something like that." Another moment of quiet as he considered his next words. "I come up here often, and I stand at the edge, and I think about jumping."