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    “Yeah, it’s going to hurt like a bitch.” Constantine grimaced. “It has to be done, though. Otherwise, it could heal that way.”
    “Okay, get it over with.” Owen closed his eyes tightly.
    Christian hugged Owen from behind so he didn’t jump when Constantine snapped his nose, and make it worse. He nodded at Constantine, who put his hands on either side of Owen’s nose and felt around. With a jerk and a loud snap of Owen’s nose, Constantine reset it.
    “Mother fucker!” Owen shouted as he jerked in Christian’s arms. He gently touched his injured nose. “You weren’t kidding.”
    “Sorry, baby,” Constantine said, stroking Owen’s hair. “It will start to feel better soon. You guys get ready to go. I’m going to run and get a few drinks. A cold pop can will help with the swelling if you can hold it on the side of your nose while you drive.”
    “You can let go now, Christian,” Owen said after Constantine jogged away.
    “Maybe I just like having an excuse to hug you?” Christian replied and snuggled his face in the side of Owen’s neck. “I was really scared I wouldn’t ever get to hold you again, Owen.”
    “I’m really okay,” Owen said quietly and held on to Christian’s arms. “I swear I’m just fine. So what’s a broken nose? You got beat up way worse than I did.”
    “Thank you for not being mad,” he replied, letting go of Owen. When Owen turned around, Christian gave him a soft peck on the lips, being careful of Owen’s nose. They smiled at each other for a moment, then got into Owen’s car. Christian was eternally grateful that the pillow and blanket were still in the backseat as he wiggled into a lying down position.
    “Okay, let’s hit the road,” Constantine said, running back up to the car.
    He handed Owen a few pops through the window before asking again if Owen was okay. Christian bit his lip not to laugh when Owen merely rolled his eyes and started the car.
    “My tough little mate.”
    That got both Owen and Christian laughing while Constantine hurriedly got into the truck. Moments later, they were following the truck and turning back onto the main road.
    “Hey, Owen, can I ask you a question?” Christian asked, realizing something. “I’m not trying to pick on you or be rude, okay? I’m just curious.”
    “Sure, go ahead,” Owen replied. He drove down the road with one hand. The other hand held a can of pop to the side of his nose.
    “You’re psychic, right?” Christian asked, trying to word his question carefully.
    “You want to know how come I didn’t see that I was going to be kidnapped, right?”
    “How did you know that’s what I was going to ask?” Christian lifted his head to look at Owen in the rear view mirror.
    “I get asked that one a lot when people learn I’m psychic.” Owen snickered. “Like how come I still tripped, didn’t I see that coming? The answer is twofold. One, I don’t see everything that’s going to happen always. Two, it’s harder to see things about myself. It’s like whatever powers that be gave me this gift thought it would be cheating if I could see my own future.”
    “Makes sense,” Christian lay back down. “But it kind of sucks, too.”
    “In a way,” Owen said shrugging his shoulders. “But if I could, it would take the fun out of life if I always knew what was coming.”
    “True.” Christian realized how boring life really would be if that were how it worked. “You got visions of both Constantine and I when we were hurt. Do you get visions of people getting hurt a lot?”
    “No, never actually. And I’ve been wondering about that. I’m guessing it maybe was more I could sense your distress and that caused the vision. After I was taken, I had one of you crying in the bathroom of our motel room and Constantine holding you.”
    “Yeah, it was after we found the note they left for us on the bathroom mirror.”
    “My point is how upset you were. I think I saw it because of my gift, but more