It'd been a long night. He'd been intimate with Ragnar and then that stupid message from Dodger and well... that had been a mess and not at all gone like he'd wanted. He came home and tried to wash away the evidence but the feeling of the sin and the guilt that was somehow morphing into the feeling that Ragnar had sanctioned it without even talking to him. If he were being logical he'd have known better.

But he couldn't make himself go back to their bed, he ends up drinking some and then going out to his art room. He sketches and he dozes there. He tries to pray but it feels wrong. He actually takes his cross off for a short time but not long before it's back on again.

He's exhausted and troubled and the sketch he's working on is Christ on the cross and crows roosting on it. Again, it's sacrilegious in a way but somehow feels right.