Edmund followed Francis to the side of the church, unsteady on his own again, but unwilling to reach out or ask for help.  He couldn't help but laughing when the other did, even if it was at himself.

And - oh.  It really was just.  Pulling your dick out and peeing, then.  Quickly, Edmund averted his eyes from the other mans, ehm, manhood, meeting his eyes for a second before turning to the wall of the church.

Was he really going to do this?  Defile the building, this holy building, that Father Brennan called his home, just to impress his new friend?

...Yes.

Trying not to feel completely embarrassed and failing, Edmund pulled down his own trousers just enough to take himself out and took aim.  Just like peeing behind a tree on the farm, this was, except there was a warm body right next to him, and it was a church and not a tree.