“I’ll pray for you.”
The words tumbled from my mouth before I could think about what they meant.
He said: “You pray?”
It was as much of a shock to me as it was to him.
“Sure,” I said, out loud. Wait. You do? I said, in my mind.
He sighed, worry etched into his brow, which was understandable, given his circumstance. Circumstance that isn’t mine to talk about, but understandable all the same.
“I don’t know if I could do that,” he said. “It feels wrong. I can’t go to him now, because I need something. I can’t introduce myself for a favour.”