“You don’t know me, Sawyer,” he murmurs, “you can wait till you do.”
Bishop knew Sawyer, one of him - but the similarities were uncanny. They were the same but different. Different circumstances. Still oddly similar. All of it.
However, he can’t discount the fact that Sawyer did offer. It had been his choice. Something he usually isn’t given. To deny him that wouldn’t be fair.
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Date: 2022-04-24 07:24 pm (UTC)Bishop knew Sawyer, one of him - but the similarities were uncanny. They were the same but different. Different circumstances. Still oddly similar. All of it.
However, he can’t discount the fact that Sawyer did offer. It had been his choice. Something he usually isn’t given. To deny him that wouldn’t be fair.
“Is it really something you want?”