"Feel free to call me Father Abel! Just about everyone does," he responds. "I'm not a stickler for formalities at all." Much to the chagrin of his superiors...

He takes the invitation to sit a polite distance away from Markus without further fuss. Speaking of the view, he takes it in again with a deep breath of admiration; there's no shortage of appreciation for the sight.

"Fall is my favorite time of year... the leaves changing is just-- ah, I'm not sure if there's a word for it, you know? It's beautiful, but that's not quite what I mean." Maybe it was something about it being temporary, a sign of the changing seasons... who knows?