[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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warning: mentioned of suicidal tendencies and hallucinations
The first few days were easy. They were trying to navigate how to live their lives on Poguelandia. Bridger had the survival instincts of a cockroach if he was being honest. He never had to worry about not having a roof over his head or if he'd be put out on the street. He didn't grow up with the struggles that the others did. Sarah never did either until now. It was a fish out of water situation. Quite literally in this case. But he used to go fishing with his dad and Rafe and Ward, so he had some knowledge on how to catch fish without poles.
Bridger had broken off a bunch of tree bark from the trees and he and JJ took turns sharpening the old into points with JJ's knife. "Does this look sharp enough to you?" He asked and showed the blonde his.
JJ observed it. "Uhhh, not sure." He held up the palm of his hand. "Stick me."
The brunette poked his palm.
"Ow!" JJ yelped and retracted his hand. "Yep. That's sharp." He winced at stared at his now red palm.
Bridger chuckled. "Okay." He gave him back his pocket knife. "Are you about done with yours?"
"Uhhh, yep. All done." JJ answered and held up his sharpened stick.
"Alright, good. Now all we gotta do is burn 'em."
The blonde watched him stand up and he smirked. "Look at my smart guy. I like this side of you."
"Oh, just this side?" Bridger teased.
"Course not. I just think you're increeedibly sexy as of this moment." JJ emphasized and stood beside him, still smirking.
"Alright, calm down blondie. We got work to do." The brunette laughed again and pointed the sharpened end of the stick into the fire. "The fire will harden the ends of the sticks and make it easy to piece the fish."
JJ stifled a laugh. "Harden. Kinda like my—"
Bridger made a loud zipping noise while simultaneously zipping his mouth.
The blonde's mouth clamped shut. "Sorry."
John B rushed over to the fire. "Hey, Mr. and Mr—" his words trailed off and he pointed between them. "Have you two ever discussed that?"
"Uhhh," Bridger said and the boyfriends looked at each other. "I mean, I think Bridger Maybank sounds pretty cool, don't ya think?"
JJ nodded. "Yeah, but, come on. JJ Fitzgerald? Sounds so sophisticated." He said with a shoulder shimmy and a goofy smile.
John B hummed. "Yeah, I like Bridger Maybank better." He claimed.
