Sawyer's not even sure what he's doing. He chews his lips as he curls his fingers against the other's shoulders. Honestly, he's afraid. He's afraid of trusting this stranger that doesn't feel quite like a stranger.

He doesn't answer with words, though.

Sawyer leans forward pressing a kiss to Bishop's lips. This is one of the first things he's really deciding for himself. To trust, to let himself be... something to this person that's not just a means to an end -- at least he thinks so.