No stranger to loss

[hnb_hustler]

Hunter hadn't seen Michael every day, or even weekly. They did their own things, they sometimes sat with each other at meals and sometimes not. Michael gave him his space while making sure Hunter knew he was always there if he needed him. He was old enough to take care of himself, but he had a family, as fractured and reassembled as the island had

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[spd_green]

"More like forward," Bridge commented as he strolled down the beach, catching Hunter's comment on the wind. "Or maybe straight. With a little curve to the left."

[spd_green]

Bridge thought about that, then shrugged to concede the point. "You could, yes. But is living this miserable and lonely really an improvement?"

[hnb_hustler]

Hunter rolled his eyes and looked at Bridge. "Who says I'd be miserable? I'm miserable now."

[spd_green]

Bridge blinked slowly. "That's what I said."

[hnb_hustler]

"I wouldn't be if I didn't give a shit about Michael in the first place," Hunter explained, somewhat less than patiently.