fandomtownies | our lady of fandom island; thursday morning

Flick couldn't remember the last time he'd been in a church. Maybe it'd been around the time Jude had died in an attempt to find solace somehow or maybe it had been longer than that. He didn't know and right now, it didn't matter. He wasn't there for him.

When he stepped inside, he took a moment to close his eyes, breathe deep, and let it out before moving again. He took careful, measured steps while he walked, not wanting to disturb anything or anyone who might be nearby or doing what you typically did inside a church.

Flick was there for one person. Well, two people, actually. In front of him was a large display of candles and, after a moment, he lit one in Max's memory. He remembered Isabelle telling him about their beliefs once and he figured this was the closest he'd come, without being in Idris, to mourning Isabelle's younger brother.

Once the candle was lit, Flick just stared at it for awhile. "I'm sorry for what happened to you, Max," he murmured very quietly. "I'm so sorry and I hope you're not scared wherever you are. If you are, look up my brother, okay? He'll help you out."

He tried to smile but it was strained before he turned away from the candles and took a seat in one of the pews. He'd just stay there for awhile and sit quietly. Seemed like a good plan.

[Open if anyone's in the church this early, sure]