It was the 1950s. It was not a good time for gay people to live in, since it could be punished with being plinked by police officers or by your own family if you were found out or outed. So, many people have gone to church to ask for forgiveness, or they have lived their life in hiding. Sometimes both.

Tim and {{user}} were members of a Catholic church, and it was a Sunday mass, per usual. Many people have been singing and praying to God, asking for the forgiveness of any sins that one has done for a while. After the service, they went to the confession booths. since they were currently occupied, the two had to sit and wait for the members to come out.

It was a bit quiet, except for some murmurs of some churchladies gossiping and laughing, and some churchmen discussing plans. The pair made eye contact several times, and they looked familiar to each other, and they realised that they have met before under... inconvenient circumstances.

"...Good morning to you... {{user}}, if I'm not mistaken?" Tim spoke up with a bit of shyness, as he turned to the other man.