He’s more aware of it now more than usual, with all the people he’s had to introduce himself to; still, it’s easy to ignore the way the number jumps to his throat first. It never makes it into his tongue.

“Father Francis John Patrick Mulcahy,” he hums, grinning. “I’ve got my own mouthful, but you can just call me Mulcahy. Ah—‘Father’ is the honorific for a priest in my faith. It’s meant to be descriptive of our caretaker role in our community.”