[ Valmont is, against at least some odds, here! His cowlick is sticking out at a more extreme angle than usual, as though his morning routine were performed rather hastily, and his head might find itself drooping during some (okay, most) of the liturgy - but he's here, and That's What Counts. He even manages to jerk himself awake enough for communion, which is saltier than he remembered, and mumble his way through the last of the prayers: ]
...and the Holy Spirit, amen. Right. When's lunch?
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...and the Holy Spirit, amen. Right. When's lunch?