The good son.

[pvt_church]

Church trudges down a dirt path past row after row of stones, statues, small fences and shrines. For all the advancement in technoology and preservation, this cemetery liked to stay old-fashioned. The more modern graves are usually around the outskirts people don't see when they pass. He picks his way by memory through the stones, a small

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[cappy_flowers]

Cap stays quiet, standing a few feet away from Church, trying to be as small as possible. This was Church's moment, not his, and he'd let the private have his space. He'd just sort of tagged along anyways...

Wasn't his place.

[cappy_flowers]

Butch took his arm away, and smiled at the digital image of Leonard's mother. Quite pretty. "Hello, ma'am," he said softly, flashing his most charming look. It may have only been a picture, but it obviously meant something to Church. So he could only do his best.

"Butch Kaylee-Ashlee Flowers, at your service..."

[pvt_church]

Church smirks. "Yeah... he's a fag just like his name. You'd still like him, though. He doesn't eat meat, either. He's... pretty goddamn friendly."

He sighs and lowers his head, assuming a position he hasn't taken in over a decade. He gently takes his hand away from Butch and folds it with his other in his lap, remaining this way for a minute or so. It's nothing he does out of personal belief; bible thumping is a phase he grew out of by the time he got to high school. But when it comes to someone who busted ass to put you in the world and keep you good and happy, you just have to give them respect. There's no other way to do things, as far as he's concerned. And if that means praying at their grave, then you do it.

[cappy_flowers]

Butch just rolled his eyes, chuckling slightly. "Like captain like private, right?"

His chuckles died down, however, as Church began to pray. Flowers looked on nervously, not sure as to what to do. Ever-so slowly, he imitates Church's position, and begins to do the same.

[pvt_church]

Once finished, Church lifts his head and glances sidelong at Butch. "You know you don't have to do that, right? Do it for your mama... or whatever it is she'd want you doin'."

Church leans over the stone on his hands and knees, kissing the face on the screen. "Li renderò fieri. Sarò il vostro figlio. Mai non li lascio morire. Sogni dolci, la mia madre cara. Amen," he whispers, the same words he tells her every time. And with that, he stands up, dusting off his jeans and holding his hand out to help Butch up.

(( note to reader{s}: Babelfish sucks! It ought to mean "I will make you proud. I will be your son. I will never let you die. Sweet dreams, my beloved mother. Amen." ))

[cappy_flowers]

Butch ignored him, muttering one last thing in Dutch, before taking the offered hand. He pulled himself up with a smile. It meant a lot for Church to bring him here... to his mother's grave, to the US, to Houston, Texas. It meant a lot, even if he had just tagged along.

"Thanks, Leo."

[pvt_church]

Church smiled and draped an arm over Butch's shoulders, steering him along the path back down. "Kaylee-Ashlee, huh?"