Though he saw the shaking shoulders of Thérése Christopher did not wish to go over. To go over was to sit, and to sit was to both invade her private moment and contradict what he had just told the priest. If he were seen to be praying that would weaken his argument, and he would later receive a visit from the holy man as he had experienced before, taking of 'lost faith'. But then again, she seemed so caught up in grief that it was hard for him to stay away. He had been like that once, and he had had no-one really to lean on in his difficult time. Certainly not the Lord. With a sigh he braced himself and walked over to the pew behind her, sitting down and placing a hand on her shoulder in silent condolance.