It's just spark (but it's enough to keep them going)

On grieving, forgiviness and moving out

Jim was late for the sunday lunch. He hated being late, he was not supposed to work that sunday but Flo called him and ask him to go to deal with some teens that had broken into a store looking for alcohol. He felt glad when finally he was free to go to the Byers home. Sundays and thursdays were his favorite days of the week. and he knew that was related to how well he and El fit with the Byers. They were always welcomed and treated with kindness. They had such a beautiful dynamic that he find himself thinking about them like a family.

- Sorry i'm late, i brought ice cream. - He told the kids as he entered the kitchen to put the ice cream in the freezer. Joyce and he have that costume, whoever who was late had to bring dessert. - Where's Joyce? - He asked. Jonathan was cooking something and Eleven and Will were sitting very quietly on the table.

- I don't know. She went for a walk and hadn't come back yet. - Jonathan answered.

- She was sad. - Eleven said feeling worried.

- I think she miss Bob, she kept looking to the draw i made of him. - Will explained pointing out the draw of hero Bob that was on the fridge.

- Eight months. - He realized as he remembered the date.

- What? - Asked Jonathan confused.

- Is been eight months since Bob died. - He answered. - Okay, i think i know where she is, i'm going to look for her and we'll be back so we can have lunch. - He informed his decision.

Jim took his van and drove to the cemetery. Just like he thought he found her at Bob's grave. He remembered how she used to this when they were teens, she would went to the cemetery in lots of special dates to visit her mother, specially on her birthday (He never did that with Sara. Maybe he should someday?). Now she was doing the same with Bob. Maybe that was her way of grieving. She was sitting in the grass and she looked lost in her head. She looked so little there that he wanted to protected her from all the bads in the world. He didn't know if interrupting her was a good idea, but he didn't want to leave her alone with her thoughts because he knew from his experience how dangerous that could be.

- Hey. - He said approaching her.

- Hi. - She said surprised that she wasn't alone anymore.

- You're late for lunch. - He told her as he sits next to her.

- I'm sorry, i guess i kinda lost notion of the time. - She apologized and light a cigarette. - Why are you here? - She asked.

- The kids were worried. - He answered accepting the cigarette. Sharing cigarettes was definitely their thing and he loved it.

- I mean, how did you know i was here? - She asked what really was making her wonder.

- It's eight months since Bob... - He told her as he passed her the cigarette. - You used to did this with your mum too, it made sense. - He explained.

- I still visit her on her birthday. - She said returning her sight to the grass and blushing because she felt stupid about doing that.

- It's okay. - He assured her. - You're grieving, is okay if you miss him and wanted to visited him somehow. - He tried to reason with her so she didn't have to feel embarrassed, at least not with him in anyway. - I never visited Sara. - He confessed feeling sad.

- They stayed in silence for a while and he's glad. He was grateful that she didn't ask about Sara, that she understood that this was not him trying to talk about her daughter. He didn't think he could talk about her yet anyway, it still hurt too much. So he was grateful that she would only take of him what he could give, that she wouldn't pressure him even if maybe it would had helped her to took away her mind from Bob.