[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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There was a smile of solace on Bridger's face as Kiara drove him and the other boys to the Chateau. It was strange considering he was bleeding and bruised. Blood stained his pearl white teeth that came from his busted lip. He knew they were in a serious moment but there was a part of him that was proud of himself for finally sticking up to Rafe. He was proud that he was finally able to let go.
"Dude, where is he?" Kiara distressed while she and Pope were on the dock. It was three o'clock and John B still wasn't there.
"He'll be here, Kie. Don't worry." Bridger assured, Pope nodding in agreement.
He stood on the boat with JJ as he was getting it ready for John B and Sarah. The sun was going down and the sky was a dark grey, indicating that the storm was approaching. JJ lifted his head and saw the boy looking at the sky and his eyes scanned the blood that was still on his face. "Hey, you," he spoke and took the bandana from his back pocket. He climbed over the boat and stood in front of him. "You got a little something there." He mentioned and carefully wiped the blood away.
Bridger flinched from the tender bruises but he still smiled. "You're so cute."
JJ narrowed his eyes. "You good? Did Rafe, like, cut off any circulation?"
"What? No," he scoffed. "Why do you ask?"
"Because you've been smiling since we got here," he answered out one of his hands on the side of his face, dabbing his lip gently.
"Because I'm happy."
"That we got our asses beat?"
"No." Bridger heavily rolled his eyes. "Because I'm not afraid of him anymore. I feel like I'm my own person again. I know it sounds crazy, but. . ."
JJ grinned. "No, it doesn't," he said and rubbed his thumb over the boy's cheek. "I'm happy that you're happy, baby. You deserve every bit of it."
Bridger leaned forward and titled his head, capturing his lips. The love he felt from the kiss warmed him on the inside and he prayed that he would feel that way forever. He pulled away slightly and smiled, his loving energy radiating.
From the dock, Kiara leaned in and kissed Pope on the lips. The other couple watched them with raised eyebrows, definitely not seeing that coming. "That's my boy!" Bridger called out happily and whooped loudly.
They pulled away and laughed, Kiara giggling happily.
But their moments were cut short when they heard a police siren and they broke away from each other, seeing the blue and white police car roll up. "JJ, Bridge!" She said loudly, her face falling.
"Yeah, hey, get back on the boat." JJ quickly urged with a wave of his hand.
Before they could, the door of the car opened and their eyes widened when they saw John B Routledge himself, very much alive and not arrested. "Shoupe let me take it for a spin." The boy announced with a cocky smirk.
