Sawyer hesitates a bit and it's hard for him to believe in the idea of something as nice as a bath being his to any degree of the word. He bites his lip and moves once the other is in the bath, pressing close to him and it's easy to settle against him even in the bath he's small enough that the tub doesn't feel too crowded.

There's something instinctual that makes him want to be close, to smell the other's scent to touch him. something instinctual that's trying to trust.

"I don't understand why you're being so nice... why you took me from them." Why you claimed me when no one else has wanted to? The last question, silent.