You were late. Oh shit, John was going to kill you before Joseph could. You hurried quickly into the building, trying to stay silent and slip in just before they asked where you had gone off to. You made it inside, and were about to heave a sigh of relief when you felt all eyes on you.
"You're late." John's voice wasn't stern, yet only somewhat disappointed.
"I may be, buuuut.. I brought my Jesus mug!"
Joseph was silent, and John sighed lightly, moving his hand over his face as you waved the ceramic mug around. After a moment of awkward silence you were forgiven and went to take a seat to listen to updates for the week.
