Studying the other, Issac sat on the other side of his L shaped couch. His house was nice. Though the church lived off of donations, he still managed an income from freelance writing and managing a blog about his spiritual journey and about the Christian faith. It was just enough to keep him going and to have a decent set up at home.<br/><br/>“I do, but I don’t want to pry into anything personal.” He explained. “Your existence is actually nice. It lets me know that there is a god, and that’s really all I needed to know.” He smiled. “The rest would be nice, but it’s not necessary.” Issac explained.