Sawyer doesn't answer and he blinks when the other tells him his name.
"Bishop," he whispers. Then he moves. He climbs onto his lap, his legs going on either side of him. His small hands rest on the other's shoulder and his pulse is racing.
"I can..." he says softly and looks at the other. He's a little scared. But strangely this feels normal.
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Date: 2022-04-24 04:09 am (UTC)"Bishop," he whispers. Then he moves. He climbs onto his lap, his legs going on either side of him. His small hands rest on the other's shoulder and his pulse is racing.
"I can..." he says softly and looks at the other. He's a little scared. But strangely this feels normal.