The night air was cool, crisp. Almost to the point it might have been a risk when he'd been younger, but Steve had spent a long time sorting through the medications that staved that kind of problem off.
Tonight he stood on a street curb, in a medium jacket, hands stuck firmly into his pockets like he was about to grab his gut. His eyes were distance focused as he stared at the chapel across the street for a long time, both pulled towards and wanting to run from the building.
Mostly he wondered if he was crazy or not. After a few flashbacks he couldn't quite place asking a similar question in a similar place, all of them being just a bit different. He sighed softly to himself as his head dropped and he declined the green light inviting him to cross the street.
"If You're there, and have an intention, you'd let me know. Better than you have, anyway, otherwise..." he spoke aloud and listened to himself, then chuckled softly as he mentally admonished himself. "Otherwise I'm just bitter, and I'd better invest my time in something else. Productive, I mean. That's how we're supposed to honor you anyway, right?" He sighed heavily and then lifted his head, tempted to flee before he was caught in he own thoughts enough to speak aloud again.