The good son.

[pvt_church]

Church trudges down a dirt path past row after row of stones, statues, small fences and shrines. For all the advancement in technoology and preservation, this cemetery liked to stay old-fashioned. The more modern graves are usually around the outskirts people don't see when they pass. He picks his way by memory through the stones, a small

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[cappy_flowers]

Cap stays quiet, standing a few feet away from Church, trying to be as small as possible. This was Church's moment, not his, and he'd let the private have his space. He'd just sort of tagged along anyways...

Wasn't his place.

[pvt_church]

"It's been awhile," Church continues after a short pause. "I don't... there's a lot to tell you. You probably know most of it already. You keep an eye on your shit kid, right?" He chuckles dryly, sitting on the ground next to the stone and lying his upper torso across it, cheek next to the inscription:

~Lord Rest~
Carisse Helena Church
Loving Mother, Faithful Wife
Timeline and Health Progress Available Above."Y'know I stopped coming because I got thrown in prison, right? I should never have taken that job. You were right... I shoulda made Dad move us somewhere else

[cappy_flowers]

A glance towards Leonard and his mood sinks a bit. There's not much he can do for him, or anybody right now. He steps over the side walk, where a few small flowers grow. Silently, he sinks down and picks three before standing up. The blue heads back over to Church, standing behind him quietly as he speaks. Butch does not interrupt him, or do anything to bother the other male. He stays standing quietly, watching the photos.

[pvt_church]

Church falls quiet, feeling the presence behind him. He looks up over his shoulder and smiles wanly at Cap, gesturing.

"Wanna see some stupid pictures?"