“Can what?” Bishop asks quietly.

The silence had felt so normal. The way it stretched out. The way they seemed to both just be studying the other, lost in thought.

Were they the same? Were they really that different? It didn’t feel…as different as he knew it was. Sawyer was…a creature that would always have Bishop wrapped around his finger no matter what, it felt like.

And then a thought hit him and he flushed again, “…I’m Bishop by the way. My name.”