-Alastor's point of view-

Stitches's number popped up on my phone screen, so I answered.

"Hello, son." I greeted him.

"Dad." Stitches sounded like he was crying.

"Are you okay?" I asked, deeply concerned now.

"Prince is dead. He took his last breath in my arms." Stitches told me, his voice bitter and sad.

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. Do you want me to do anything? Please don't go back to that dark phase of scarring your physical form, you know how much that scared me and your father. Want to come over here and do something to take your mind off of his death? You don't have to take your mind off his death if you don't want to." I paused, realizing how I sounded. "I am bad at this. Holy shit, you'd think I'd be better at this because of all the crap that I've been through. Why don't you just come up here and we'll do something you want to do?" I asked.

"I'm standing in front of your grave right now."

"Which one?" I asked, knowing that it's odd that I've had two graves.

"The one a few blocks away from your house, not the one behind the manor."

"Ah. Want me to bring cookies? I made pepper cookies, you know, the ones that taste like dark chocolate." I asked. "I also made jerky out of Bones's ex."

"Courtney? Awesome. Bring jerky and pepper cookies." Stitches said.

"Okay, I'll be right there." I agreed, hanging up and going upstairs to get the ridiculously comfortable sweater that Mercy knit for me out of stress.

"Where you going?" Angel asked.

"Prince died, so I'm going to go hang out with our son at the graveyard and we're going to eat cookies and jerky. I don't know if he wants to see more than one person right now. He may just want his mother figure, which I can't blame him for. I still go hide with my mama." I rattled at him, putting on the sweater and grabbing a tupperware to put the bag of jerky and some cookies in.

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I sat next to my son, choosing to sit down a few feet away from my grave. Stitches acknowledged me with a little look in my direction and he scooted closer.

"I brought sour gummy worms and chocolate milk as well." I said, putting the grocery bag down with the tupperware. "Mr Stripes is in the bag too. You left him behind when you moved in with Prince."

"Thanks, Dad." Stitches said, sniffling slightly as he opened the tupperware and picked a cookie. I sat there with him as he hummed You Are My Sunshine to himself. He had tucked Mr Stripes into his arm and had rested his head against my shoulder as he did it. I gently rubbed his back as we watched the sun go down.

"I think I left him with you because I didn't want you breaking into my house to get him whenever I was hurt or having a breakdown." Stitches eventually said.

"You know me pretty well." I chuckled.

"Yeah, I do, ya gigglemug." Stitches teased, batting my shoulder. "Why do you avoid your grave normally?"

"Well. I thought for the longest time that it was bad to be near your own grave and never broke the habit." I shrugged.