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[She'll join him, although a few rows behind, and likewise sit and lower her head in contemplation. Not that it stays that way long - it feels more natural to stare curiously at the crucifix statue hanging at the front of the church, still getting used to the religions here and how they differ from her own.

But faith is faith, right? Passion is a universal truth and language.

She wonders what brings the man ahead of her here.]

[Faith is faith, yes, no matter the deity or prayers involved. He's aware someone is behind him, has been since the moment she opened the door and stepped across the threshold, but remains mostly wrapped in his own thoughts.

Which is admittedly much easier to do in the quiet serenity than outside in the noise.]

[She, of course, has no idea the man ahead of her can hear so well. She'd like to think she's rather quiet, actually, and so when she calls out it's more to be polite and make sure he knows he's not sitting privately anymore. She's not looking for a conversation - at least she'd like to tell herself that.]

Is the weather usually so bad here? [There's a reason she ducked into the 'wrong' church, but they're all used for the same basic purpose and she finds it soothing just the same.]

[The number of people who do, outside of Smallville, is very low so she shouldn't feel bad about it. Her words echo in the stillness, reverberating off the cross in front of them, but it takes a few seconds before his shoulders shift.]

That depends on what you consider bad weather. [His head turns to the side, not quite glancing over his shoulder, but close enough. It's a solid acknowledgement, even if his tone is soft.]

[Fair enough, and she smirks up at the cross at the return.] Good point. I actually like thunderstorms, I just didn't...feel like getting soaked. [Again. Especially when she can't be sure when she'll next have the opportunity to hide in the woods to dry her one set of clothing off.

The silence of her pause is broken by a well-timed clap of thunder. Lee enjoys the way the flash of lightning plays against the man on the cross, makes his features sharper for a brief moment. He seems pained, though - and how could he not be, strung up as he is? - and she can't say she cares for the gloomy feeling she's found in the churches around here.

Water drips on the floor from her yellow robes and she shifts apologetically on the pew.]

Are you in from the rain, or do you usually visit here? [Has she found another devout, although from a different belief, or a fellow traveler, or none of the above?]

Thunderstorms aren't too bad. It's the storms that turn into tornadoes you've got to watch out for.

[He glances up toward the ceiling, listening to the rumbling across the sky above the city, remaining quiet until the sound has faded and been swept away to echo across a different landscape. As for atmosphere, Clark finds the solace more comforting than gloomy, at least right now.

He's a child of the plains, after all, and most rural communities come with a strong sense of religion. His was no different.]

First time here, I just came to ... think. It wasn't raining earlier.

[Gabriel settles beside the young man and looks up at the stained glass window depicting his brother Micheal fighting the devil.]

I enjoy simple churches like this....so peaceful.

[Clark's attention is mostly centered on the floor, eyes closed to ward off distractions while he thinks, but the arrival of someone else kind of negates that.]

They tend to be.

Not all of them....those Catholic cathedrals......do they honestly think marble is comfortable to sit on.

[Gabriel chuckles and shakes his head.]

Give me a wooden pew and I am a happy man.

[He glances at the young man.]

You however are not......

Most bigger churches have something on the pews to cushion parishioners, I've noticed. Most, but not all.

[He glances down at the curved wood that makes up the side of his particular bench.]

Also depends on the talent of the artist. This one was good.

[Totally ignoring that last comment, yep. For now.]

[This isn't the first lost soul Gabriel has counseled and he can wait for as long as he needs to for another opening.]

Yes they were often times they are thinking of another carpenter as they create something for a church...it helps remind them of the people who came before.

It strengthens the faith.

So like a legacy, of sorts? A link between past and future.

[ Aha. Opening. That's cute. ]

[Gabriel nods.]

Yes...often times the past can teach us how to handle the future. Mind you it won't always work out the way you want but at least you learn something.