Jesse looked over at him, one eyebrow raised in amusement. "Please don't accidentally kill yourself," he said wryly. "That would be bad. And, fair warning: you'll have to stop me from eating all the chocolate, because that's my favorite part."
The sky was now mostly blue-black, with only a faint orange stripe on the horizon. Jesse headed back into the house and retrieved the sparklers he'd bought on a whim in town. They'd been one of his favorite parts of July 4th when he was a kid, but after his mom's death, and once he'd been on the move, there hadn't been a lot of extra money to spend on fireworks.
He lit one and started idly tracing shapes in the air. "My brothers and I loved these," he told Nicholas. "Our mom would run around with us too, everyone had one."