Dinner [for Essie]

[bachjones]

 The woman at the coffee place had recognized Isaac, and had looked at Bach like he was a kidnapper and murderer all in one wrapping. It had taken his son not only ordering a coffee for Essie, but also knowing precisely how she liked it and a silly anecdote about how Isaac was showing Bach around town because Essie was too busy or some nonsense, to make the woman step away from the phone. They could have just sung. 

It was pretty clear that Isaac had a bit of a clue about what was going on, but he didn't want to talk about it, and Bach didn't really either. So they talked about the things he had learned at school, about the trips they'd make together when Isaac was older, and when Bach would have a guitar again. After all that, he neatly returned his son to his adoptive mother. 

Bach had found a few more of his things at the beach, including his guitar, snares broken but still a chance to live. It hurt to see the instrument like that, but it also gave him hope. He could bounce back. He would. 

He visited Lily Middleton for a shower and a new outfit, protesting any police involvement, he just wanted to go have dinner with his son. Mrs Middleton wasn't amused, but she allowed it. She was a good woman.

Neatly at the time discussed, Bach tried to show up on Essie's door step. "Essie!" Was she really still putting magic up for him? 

 

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[wakingwakewood]

"You bet." She walked him to the door and held it open for him. "I won't do any witchy things to you unless you want me to. I'm not like that. Not unless... well, you wouldn't do anything to us. So it's not an issue." She believed that. She had to. Anything he did, she knew he did it because he loved Isaac. They'd just have to work things out.

"I'm a good witch, Bach. Healing, protecting, that's my jam. Issac's safe here and so... so are you."

[bachjones]

"Is that an invitation for the rest of the night?" Bach was a creature of habit, some things were hard to drop. "Ignore that, I know that wasn't an invitation."

He closed up his coat and checked the bag with food again, like it would suddenly have changed. "What if ..can I pick Isaac up from school and drop him off here? If he wants to? Maybe that can help you out as well?"

[wakingwakewood]

She almost choked on her drink before she realized it was a joke. Well, probably mostly a joke. It had better have been a joke.

"If you could maybe keep him until the store closes a couple times a week, that would be... okay." It wasn't the best way to put it, but Essie honestly didn't know how someone negotiated things like this. She would remember to call the school and let them know that Bach could pick Isaac up if necessary. For a brief moment she was worried his family might do something... rash and had let the school know, in no uncertain terms, that only she or his baby-sitter were allowed to pick him up. After Bach's disheveled arrival, she may or may not have added him to the do-not-allow list. Easily fixed, though and he didn't even need to know.

[bachjones]

"Okay." He was going to swallow the rest of his words, his thoughts, because this was a point of power and Bach knew that Essie would pull back like a scared kitten with every show of emotion from Bach. She could say yes or no to anything right now, he had to move very carefully. "Yes, just a few times a week, that was what I was thinking off as well. Like.. two or three? And only when I get the ro- apartment. I'm not going to be driving him around town or something, you have to think about what people will see .." And now he had officially turned into the boring house mom.

"Just ..think about it? And it's like, it's going to happen soon, I'm sure. Moving, I mean."