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Bridge smiled a bit more, leaning against him a little. "Yeah. I belong to you."
Bridge smiled a bit more, leaning against him a little. "Yeah. I belong to you."
Scipio nodded and watched out the cell door, holding onto Bridge protectively.
Bridge thought for a moment, breaking the silence after a while. "Why…why do you want to protect me so much?"
"You saw what they did to you. You saw what they did to me. They're dangerous."
"Oh." Bridge blinked, leaning against him. "It…it wasn't really that bad."
"But they hurt you, and that's unacceptable." Scipio huffed, still watching.
Bridge smiled a little, suddenly feeling safe with this boy others called a murder and a psycopath.
(Well you see, he still is lmao)
"Hey! Vaffanculo!" Scipio yelled at a passing guard, who quickly walked away. "Stupid…"
((I know but bridge is a bean))
"What about you?" Bridge eventually said. "If you…if you keep protecting me so much, they'll hurt you even more."
"So be it. I can take it." Scipio kept yelling at any guard that passed until they just stopped coming.
"I…okay." Bridge eventually agreed, resting his head against Scipio's collarbone.
Scipio pulled Bridge into his lap and held onto him tightly, still watching outside. Although guards weren't coming anymore, he remained alert.
Bridge sighed a little bit, content, if not even a little bit happy. He liked being here - well, not here - but there in Scipio's arms, he liked it.
"They won't take you again… not if I can stop them…" He muttered quietly, more to himself than anyone else.
Bridge smiled a little bit, glad to have him here. He kept telling Scipio they hadn't hurt him that bad when they had taken him, but it did hurt a lot, even now.
"They hurt you…" He patted Bridge's head, trying his best to be reassuring.
Bridge nodded, leaning into his touch. "They…they did…"
"Fuck them…" Scipio said softly, holding a little tighter to Bridge.
"It…it hurt," Bridge admitted softly.
"I'll hurt them more. They deserve it."
"Thank you…" He murmured quietly, before shutting his eyes a little.
Scipio nodded, yelling at another guard. "It's probably late now."
Bridge opened his eyes at Scipio's yell, but closed them again as he saw there was no danger. "You're right."
Scipio picked Bridge up and stood, walking over to the bench.
Bridge wrapped his arms around him so as not to fall, even though it was a short distance.
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