Oh. Sawyer stares at him at the answer and looks down at his feet. He can tell that the other is holding back on whatever it is he wants to do. That intrigues him. He's never really seen someone holding back. People would see him, take what they wanted, and used him for whatever they wanted or needed at the time.

"I was going home..." he says softly. Or what passes for home he guesses. "You can."

What else could he say?