Christopher noticed her sudden silence but chose not to mention it, instead walking in their joint quietness until they reached the church. A few of the congregation had chosen to stay, with the priest moving occasionally to speak to some of his regular faces. Christopher had always hated churches - they were big, looming buildings to praise someone he now believed to be imaginary and there was no point in them. People confessing sins when the holy ones were sinners themselves. There was no point to him. Not anymore.
"Take however long you need," Christopher told her, having every intention to simply mull around the church or wait outside, not wanting to sit and risk being spoken to by the priest who was doing his rounds.