There's no form of handholding that Jesus doesn't like. The connection is powerful. Children accept the tether to another but so very often, adults forget the comfort of it. He smiles at their faint reflections in the glass, at how they stand side by side.

"Nothing corrupts more than your own mind," he preaches, attempt to teach life lessons while they enjoy the sky colouring from blue to orange and pink. Purple will join the pallet soon. It's one of his favourite times of the day. Sunrise surpasses it, but only just.

His hair glows radiantly however. It's as if the sun favours him somehow.

"You may well be giving yourself too much credit, Anthony. Or not enough. I suppose both are true. Tell me of your day since we last met."