[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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When Bridger got a knock on his front door, he counted the people on his head he expected to see on his way to answer. The first was JJ, the next could be Pope, maybe even Rafe (he was praying it wasn't) but when he saw Kiara carrying her stuff in her arms, he was surprised. "Kie."
"I, uh, never thought I'd be the one to knock on your door." She tried to joke but it was clear that she was upset. "My, uh, folks and I got into a fight and they kicked me out. . .so."
Bridger's eyes went wide. "Oh, shit. Um, c-come in." He stuttered and moved out of the way so that she could come in. She stepped inside his house and he closed the front door behind them. "Why did you guys fight."
"Oh, the usual. They think my life's coming to end because I'm a Pogue when they think I should be a Kook, I'm disrespecting them by not living up to their expectations, and, uh. . ." Kiara took a pause. "I pretty much told them I slept with Pope."
He choked on his breath. "Y-You did?" He asked and couldn't help but laugh. "Jesus, Carrera, you got balls."
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah. I know. It's a curse sometimes. But, uh. . .I don't have any place to stay, so, I was hoping I could ask?" She hesitated.
"Oh, of course. Yeah. Absolutely." Bridger immediately nodded. "I have a shit ton of guest rooms. You can have whatever you like. It's just me, anyways."
That made her frown. "That must lonely."
He only shrugged. "Sometimes, but, I'm usually never here." He pointed to upstairs. "You can go look at the rooms. Do you have anything else?"
Kiara shook her head and her frown deepened. "No."
Bridger blinked a couple of times. "Oh." He eyed the handful of clothes she was still holding. "Come on." He jerked his head towards the stairs and he led her up them.
"Thank you. I, uh, don't really like asking for help." She said awkward and walked up the very long staircase.
He chuckled. "Yeah, I know. Glad I was your first option."
Out of all of the dumb ideas JJ could conjure up in his head, stealing an ambulance wasn't even in Bridger's top five, which then made him feel like an idiot. "Waitin' for a ride, sexy?" JJ hollered out the rolled down window when he stopped in front of his house.
Bridger felt his eye twitch as he climbed inside. He closed the door and stared at him with tight lips. "J, why do you have an ambulance?" He asked, expecting the worse.
"It's all apart of my plan, baby. I went to the jail earlier to see John B, and we talked all about it. He's gonna fake being sick and we're gonna meet him to pick his ass up and haul ass." JJ explained manically like it was his greatest idea ever.
