He nodded, getting up. He looked surprisingly… hopeful. Like he felt that attending the service might actually be a benefit to him in some manner. “Let’s go, then.” He glanced at the packaging uncertainly, as if not entirely sure what to do it, but then nodded again, taking the extra key and putting it in the pocket of his jeans.
“Yeah.” Sam grabbed the other key, tossing out the sandwich wrappers in the trash. “Well, we’re off, then.” More walking. Huzzah.