Go to God with a God
Navigating the heady waters of a true relationship was foreign sailing to Argo, but he believed it was one he was proceeding through smoothly enough.  He had, true to his word, attempted to disperse the Fan Club.  Unfortunately, many still gathered outside, though the number had thinned somewhat.  Some had taken it well, others had seemed disappointed, others had gotten angry, and a number acted as though he had not spoken at all.

He would seem to do something about that, though he was not sure what as of yet.

But tonight, he had other things on his mind.  Or rather, he had someone else on his mind: Harmony.  He had vowed to do whatever he could to make her happy, even if he did not always understand the whys and wherefores.  Case in point was tonight.  She had asked that he attend a church service with her and he had agreed.  Argo did not pretend to understand the God that Harmony worshiped, save that He was more unknowable, in his opinion, than the gods of his own pantheon or any of the others who existed.  No god that he knew of could claim to have met this God.

Out of deference to allowing Harmony to keep something of a low profile, he had dressed in mortal clothes (which he did possess), though he feared he was still too recognizable.

He waited in the living room for her to finish getting ready.