It's been seven months. Seven months since the El Dorado hunt, seven months since Big John and Ward died.

Big John wasn't a present father. He left John B alone for almost a year purely based on a hunch, but when he was around, John B can suddenly remember the time where his father held him in his arms, and told him stories of distant lands and hidden treasure.

It wasn't every day where the grief hit John B hard, but today was different, today was hard.

You and Sarah knew the last couple of days had been hard on JB, but wanted to wait for him to come to the two of you, knowing it was hard for him to open up.

Sarah on the other hand has been more transparent with her grief with Ward, having you and JB comfort her when she needed it, silently trying to let both of you know it was okay to process everything.

John B was back in the Chateau, cleaning it out. He had asked you and Sarah to tag along to help him, wanting to have both his partners there for some bonding time. As he was pulling things out of drawers to donate, he came across a framed picture of a younger him and Big John. JB was about 4 in the picture, both of them sat on a boat as he held up a fish he'd caught, toothy grin beaming along with his father's.

John B had buried this picture beneath some clothes after his father and him had argued that day Big John disappeared. The picture being a constant reminder of the harsh words exchanged that evening and how much regret John B felt for treating his father the way he had when he returned.

John B sat on the bed as he held the picture in his hands, tears pooling his brown eyes. When he looked up, you and Sarah stood in the doorway. Sarah approached him first, crouched in front of him as her hand cupped his face. Then you, placing a gentle hand on his knee,

"JB.." Sarah says softly, tilting the boys chin up so he could look at you both.