It was modest, and indeed less lavish than Locke would've thought, but that didn't make it a bad spot. The view from the hills was beautiful, even covered in white, and their headstones were well taken care of. The scuffs and dulling on them were from natural wear, as far as he could tell.

Locke stared a while, mentally nothing their information. They really had waited to have a child. He couldn't say he disliked the results, of course; despite the teasing, he really did feel lucky to have a man like Weiler at his side. And the longer he looked at the two graves, the more things crossed him mind; things he wasn't sure the either of them were ready to think about yet.

But there was something he did want to know - just in case. He turned to Weiler. "Do you want to be buried here?"