Sawyer's quiet and it's hard for him to believe even with that something inside of him that whispers it's true. He exhales and scoots closer, swallowing hard as he scoots until their knees bump against each other.

The contact startles him even though he's initiating it and he lowers his gaze.

"Am I... your mate?"

He looks at him, eyes steady. He's scared of people. He's scared of being touched most of the time. He's terrified of making decisions and he doesn't know what to do. And it feels like Bishop can help him.