Sawyer doesn't stop chewing his lip. His breathing is a little uneven as he tries to stop himself from having a complete panic attack. He doesn't know what to do. He's not had anyone to help him make decisions since he'd escaped from the asylum. He's not had anyone at all. He's just as bad as that little omega Sawyer that Bishop had rescued.

He shakes his head a little at the apology, swallowing heavily.

"I'm... your mate?" he asks softly. "What does that mean?"