Eddie Patrick Drills Flynn Fenix

Reverend Eddie Patrick watched Lynn Fenix take the offered wafer, the man’s sincerity striking a deep chord. That reverence deserved more than a symbol; Eddie Patrick wanted to give Lynn Fenix something real. The quiet of the sanctuary wrapped around them as Eddie Patrick closed the distance. He didn’t speak, just let his hands say what words couldn’t. He guided Lynn Fenix back against the cool wood of the pew, his own breath catching. This was a different kind of offering. Eddie Patrick gave himself to Lynn Fenix completely, a raw, physical truth replacing prayer. Every sound Lynn Fenix made was a new verse in their private liturgy. It was Eddie Patrick’s body, his sweat, his force, becoming Lynn Fenix’s communion right there on the holy ground.