Sam didn't really know what he was doing here, he hadn't been to church in almost six years, and when he did go he didn't really feel any kind of way about it other than bored. He had to try something though, these past few months he had just been feeling sort of lost on what he should do. Being not only in a new town but a new country meant he really didn't have anyone to talk to outside of Cerise, and right now talking to her about what he had done was the main issue.

So he found himself walking through the front door of the church, looking and feeling very out of place in the building. he stood there for a good ten seconds before remembering to remove his hat, and even when he did he fidgeted with it uncomfortably. He had not removed his gun either, his colt still hanging in its holster at his hip and he wasn't sure if it should be, but he didn't see anyone to check it with, not that he'd want to part with it anyway. Old habits die hard after all.

He saw the priest at the front and thought he could barely make out a whisper coming from him. He seemed busy, so Sam looked around and spotted the confessional and approached it. Going in and taking a seat, he placed his hat on his leg and waited in silence. He oddly felt like a child about to tell an adult that it was in fact himself who stole the cookies.