[During | After]
[Tsukasa arrives late. This isn't his religion, but it would be good to go anyway, right?]
[He owes it to his mother, at least. So he prays quietly in the back, not really sure that it'll do anything, but enough to make him start tearing up. He wipes at his eyes with his sleeves.]
[Once the service is over, he hovers near the food table, not sure if he wants to eat or not.]