Bishop is patient, he doesn’t move too much so that Sawyer can work through his own head a bit. But he does smile a little when he does speak.

“No…you’re not,” he unintentionally sniffs once at the air before shaking his head, “but…everything else seems the same.” He looks him over a few times, unable to fight the fondness despite all of it.

This Sawyer wasn’t his. He wasn’t…

“I’m sorry I scared you.”