[Will Graham]: I looked up at the night sky there. Orion above the horizon and, near it, Jupiter. I wondered if you could see it, too. I wondered if our stars were the same.
[Hannibal]: I believe some of our stars will always be the same. You ent...
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Bridger found himself staring at the back of JJ's head instead of watching the movie. Inez was tucked in his side with her head on his shoulder. His arm was around her shoulder and he tried his best to concentrate on the movie, but he couldn't. He couldn't stop thinking about what Rafe and Topper were going to do and it scared the shit out of him. He wanted to run up to JJ and Pope and tell me to run but he couldn't, because then he would have to deal with the guys. It was a lose-lose situation.
JJ could practically feel holes burning in the back of his head. He knew exactly who it was too. The gaze was all too familiar. He looked over to the side and saw Pope and Kiara concentrating on the movie. JJ scratched the back of his neck nonchalantly and twisted his head, looking over his shoulder.
There he was, his beautiful self, staring JJ right in the eyes.
Bridger's fingers trailed up and down Inez's bare arms. He could feel the goosebumps he was creating. Her arm was slung loosely over his stomach. He could feel her smiling against his shoulder and his heart broke in guilt. He could remember the first time he met her like it was yesterday.
JULY 10, 2019 CAMERON ESTATE FIGURE EIGHT
Rafe had dragged Bridger to a party at his house. It was the annual Kook Kick Back. Usually, Bridger was excited to go to any party that his friends threw but that night, he wasn't feeling it. All he wanted to do was stay home. Rafe insisted that he had to go, seeing as how he was his best friend. "Wipe that fucking frown off your face, dude. Have fun!" Rafe exclaimed and threw his arm around the younger boy's shoulder.
Rafe's house was huge. Ward and Rose were away for the weekend and they left him in charge of Wheezie and Sarah. Luckily for him, Wheezie was spending the night at a friend's house and it was the perfect opportunity for the Cameron siblings to throw a party. Like usual, everyone on Figure Eight attended.
Bridger huffed. "I don't even want to be here." He said over the loud music.
"You never miss one of my parties. What's up with you?"
Bridger's eyes flickered down to his Italian leather shoes. They were a pair that his mother gifted him a few years ago before she passed. They were still in perfect condition. "I don't know man. I'm just not feeling it,"
Rafe patted him on the chest. "It'll be fine. We'll get you a few drinks and some lines and it'll pull you right out of this funk. You never know, there might be a lady tonight for you." He said with a giddy smile.
Bridger tried his hardest to not roll his eyes. Getting fucked up was always Rafe's suggestion to making him feel better. He wanted to scream in his face to fuck off and that he wanted to go home, but he didn't. Rafe was his closest friend. They always had each other's backs.
