Will had spent most of the service stood at the back of the church, less focussed on the pulpit than he was on monitoring the entry and exit points for the first sign of trouble. He kept half an eye out for this saint who'd been sent in Francis' stead as well. Francis had been good to them these past couple of months, and Will figured the man had enough common sense not to call on some holier-than-thou bugger who'd look down their nose at Tuck's congregation, but the thought had worried at Tuck and it didn't hurt to be alert to it. But the mass had concluded with no sign of either Sheriff or saint, at least that Will could see, and he allowed himself to relax a little as he rejoined the Friar.
He walked with Tuck for a bit, content to watch as his friend chatted animatedly with parishioners, eyes occasionally flickering back to the door in case trouble decided to make a late arrival. He thought nothing of it at all when Tuck greeted another man by name and leaned in to embrace him – not till they separated and Will registered the short, wild-haired ginger who looked like nothing so much as, as Tuck had once described it, a leprechaun.
Oh. He was that Patrick.
Saint Patrick.
Him who used to be with Clio, and who apparently wasn't quite over her.
Well, this was... awkward.
But not as awkward as it became moments later when Tuck was abruptly pulled away, leaving the two men staring in bewilderment at each other.
"Will. Stutely." It came out a little mechanically as his mind pedalled to catch up. At least he had enough sense left to shake a hand that was offered him, even if his mind was still coming up a blank for what to say. "Uh. Thanks. For helping us out."