the possibilities

It was an accident, Finn supposed when they bumped into Willow and Jules one night at a film. They liked foreign films too. And they were the youngest couples there at the little theater that showed foreign films, a couple of times a month. Since then, they'd made a promise to either have dinner before or after, the show. It was good to have another couple to do things with. Besides, he'd always liked Jonah's sister.

"I dunno, still can't see Jonah on his own," Finn finally said. "I mean, I know its possible, but you know, he's so unpredictable." He looked at Doyle, hoping Doyle didn't think he had any notion of running away to London to find Jonah. He didn't, but he did still care about him. Jonah's well being.

"He did it before. Maybe that's where he belongs." Willow shrugged as she sipped her beer while they waited for the ribs to come they'd ordered. Jules never had barbecue. And they did know one of the best places in town.

"Its just maddening, though, you know," Doyle winced, getting in on the conversation. "He won't talk to you. Still."

"He talks to Jules, all the time." Willow turned to Jules who pursed his lips a little silly as if he didn't get it either. He drank his beer.

"Well, we have ..this..book going..you see." Jules finally said.

"A book?" Finn laughed. "What book?"

"Oh, he has these on going stories. Its about a beast. Nobody likes. He's lonely in the world. I'm pretty sure Jonah's writing about himself." Jules told them.

"And Jules is illustrating it." Willow nudged Jules. "And he won't let me see any of the pictures."

"Its private. Jonah would kill me, if he knew. He's not the easiest to please, you know..when it comes to art." Jules explained.

Finn smiled, remembering Jonah. Just the good times. Not his moody self.

"I dunno. If he's seeing this..this Gilly..still..and Gilly.if..he...gets this baby." Willow thought out loud. "Jonah will do something selfish. I know he will."

"Have a little faith in him, will you?" Jules put his arm around her and hugged her close. The food was coming.

Finn looked at Doyle. A baby. Everyone seemed to be growing around them in leaps and bounds. Maybe it was time for them to start thinking of being foster parents.