Marshall knew that if he wanted to leave early from work to meet with Beau, he would have to find someone to cover the rest of his shift at the coffee shop. He had been trying to work quickly but was repeatedly stopped by the two other kids he had seen Beau with just a few days prior. They had wanted to ask him questions, but he politely smiled and declined to speak with them, telling him that he had work to do and was only there to take their orders and serve them. He could tell that the two girls were very irritated with him, but there was nothing they could do.

He wiped his hands on his waist apron and slid behind the counter to his friend and coworker Ashley. "Hey Ash, mind taking over the rest of my shift? I'll give you my pay for today, I just really need to get out of here." He glanced at his watch, noting that it was already 7:05. He really didn't want to be late to this meeting.

"I'll tell you what, you take me to dinner this Friday, and I'll take over your shift for free." She smiled coyly, her silver hair framing her face and making her look almost seductive.

Marshall sighed, he knew there was no escape. She'd been trying to get with him for years, but he didn't play for that team. The only woman he ever did love was Bonni anyways. "Fine, one date. No hanky panky, no kissing, just dinner and I'll even throw in a movie and a hug. Deal?"

Ashley smiled wide and clapped her hands together. "Deal!" She danced a bit behind the counter, completely neglecting the stares of the customers, and didn't even notice Marshall going into the back to hang up his apron and grab his stuff.

Once in the back, Marshall grabbed his jacket and his house keys, and dashed back out to the front of the shop. He waved at Ashley, who was still reveling in the fact that she had gotten a date with him, and he slid out of the front door, letting the jingle of the bell resonate in the building as he sprinted down the street. If he was quick about it, he could jog and walk to his destination and arrive 5 minutes before the meeting time.

His physical activity left him a little winded, but he made it there in no time. He slowed his pace to a walk when he was about 3 blocks away. He didn't want to be out of breath when talking to Beau. 2 more blocks to go. Marshall's mind was racing. He had no idea what Beau was going to say to him, or what he should say to Beau. 'Maybe I should just stay silent...' He rubbed his face with his hands and then shoved them in his pockets. He huffed a bit and looked up at the shops next to him. He was already at the bakery, that meant that Beau was just up ahead. Marshall looked on and could see Beau's pink head in the distance. It wasn't quite sunset, so he could see where Beau's hair was glistening and bright in the sun.

He sighed one last time and briskly walked over to Beau. He was about 40 feet away from him when Beau finally noticed Marshall's arrival.

"You're early." Beau said as he glanced at his phone. Marshall did the same.

"Only by three minutes. I would have been earlier, but I had to sell my soul to get off work early." He chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his head. Beau's look was one of both tiredness and curiosity. He was clearly not amused.

Marshall took a quick moment to admire how the young man looked this particular evening. While Beau certainly wasn't as fit as Marshall, he was still slender, and could easily rock the skinny jeans he was wearing. He also appreciated the youths use of eyeliner. It made him look a bit more mature, and hid the fact that he had a very round face, not that the roundness of his face hindered Beau's appearance in any way. The one thing that struck Marshall as a bit odd was how sharply dressed Beau was from the waist up. He didn't think that someone of only 15 would be interested in dressing in such a manner. Unlike Beau, Marshall thought he himself looked like a bum. His pants, while black and skinny, had many tears in them, and had random bits of flour and sugar on them from his long day at work. His shirt too was a bit of a mess. His red and black flannel was uncuffing and untucking itself. His hair was up today, instead of down, which revealed the other side of his head, shaved like the other. His undercut came in handy some days, but now he felt like a mess.

"Let's take a walk somewhere. Mind carrying this bag for me?" Beau gestured towards Marshall with the large bag of flowers.

"Yeah sure, what is it? Where are we going?" He took the bag from Beau's hand, being gentle as he did so. His hand brushed the other's and they both jerked back a little. Marshall gave Beau an apologetic look, but Beau just shook it off.

"It's a surprise. For both. That answers both questions." Beau said awkwardly as he started to mosey down the street.

The walk was relatively silent with a few questions here and there about school, teachers, and Fionna and Cake. Marshall told Beau about how they were practically stalking him now. Beau of course apologized on their behalf, and promised to speak with them about it. They had been walking for a while now, and the sun was just starting to set. The colors in the sky were amazing, and Marshall was too focused on the beauty of the nature to notice where they had arrived at. His stupor was broken by the twinkling of Beau's voice in his ear.

"We're here." Beau smiled weakly and glanced at the ground.

The graveyard. Marshall knew this meeting was too good to be true. He gulped and stepped ahead of Beau, knowing exactly where they were going. His strides were confident, much more than Beau's, but he made sure to stay at a pace that made his former friend comfortable. He had already made it to the specific grave they intended to visit. Beau slowly made his way over, clearly breathing unevenly as he did so. Marshall had no idea when the last time it was that Beau had been here, but he was guessing it had been some time.

"Hey there Bonni, has the weather been fair to you this week?" Marshall asked to no living being as he sat down crossed legged on the right of the headstone. Beau took the opposite side and sat his bag down.

"H-hey m-mom." There were already tears in his eyes. Marshall wasn't certain of what to do, but he did know that he had a handy pack of tissues in his back pocket, so he reached in and got them for the lad. Beau gladly accepted and dabbed at his eyes.

"Why did you bring me here if you couldn't handle it? We can leave if you want."

"No, we're staying. I brought gifts for her." He picked up the bag he had handed to Marshall and pulled out two dozen pink roses. He laid them elegantly in front of Bonni's headstone, noticing while he did that there was a single rose already there. It had withered some, but was recently placed there. Marshall noticed him looking at it.

"I put that there. I come every week, and I play music for her, sing to her, and talk to her. I also apologize to her like you wouldn't believe." Marshall sighed and rubbed one hand against the ground. "I tell her I love her too, and miss her."

Marshall could see sadness in Beau's eyes.

"I haven't been here for years. I always send Mrs. Mint to lay down some flowers once a year. It's painful, and I don't want to be reminded of what happened." Beau sighed and pulled out his other bag. He got the three glasses out, handing all three to Marshall, who stared at them while Beau pulled out the bottle.

"It's a White Zinfandel, mom's favorite because it's pink." He opened it up and poured some in each of the three glasses in Marshall's hands. Marshall then handed one glass to Beau, and set the other one on top of Bonni's grave.

"Here's to a brave and beautiful woman who was kind and graceful. I'm sure she's jumping for joy right now, seeing her two favorite boys next to each other again." Marshall raised his glass and noticed how it sparkled in the sunset, the pink of the wine a deep and rich color, but still rather pale. Marshall looked away from his glass and looked at Beau. The boy was staring deeply into his glass, and he was crying. Marshall set his glass down and scooted over to the youth. He knew that what he was about to do was risky, but it had to be done.

Marshall moved right next to Beau and wrapped an arm around him. Beau's head easily found it's way into the crook of his neck, allowing Marshall to lean his head on the teen's and wrap his other arm around him. He hushed the boy and squeezed him gently. He comforted the boy who sobbed into his shirt. AS he sat there holding Beau, he could feel a warmth around them even though the evening sunset had made the world cold again. There was a small presence too, which Marshall could only interpret as being Bonni's soul smiling at them both. Marshall smiled back at the feeling and continued to embrace Bonnibell's son.