They meet each other there one night, neither one expecting the other. She, for the name on the stone was her lover, meant the world to her. He, visiting his mentor, and his mentor's more recently dead son.
They are both silent for a long time, but a conversation starts when he finally speaks up. "They were both great men, weren't they?"
She's slightly choked up as she nods, and doesn't speak because she's afraid her voice might crack. That's all that's said that night, and there's silence the next few times they see each other there.
One night, though, she feels she's ready to talk, and they do. He's been around longer, he's had more losses, and he knows just how crippling grief can be. That's why he didn't try and get her to talk about it anymore until she was ready, and that's why he'll listen to her now that she is.
And through this, the unlikely pair become friends and see quite a bit of each other. Coping isn't easy at all, but he makes it just a little bit more bearable for her and their bond grows stronger than what either would have thought. She begins to smile again, and he knows he'll keep smiling, at least for her sake.
If only she had known that the next time she'd see him at that stone, it'd be his name, not his face.
A/N: idk playing around with ideas. If you'd like to imagine there was any romance between them, that's fine, but I don't know if that was my intention or not. I like the ship, but in this story, it might not really work, since she's coping with losing her love and all. Idk maaan.