Sawyer can't help it that he's careful and worried. He does feel some relief and confidence when the other leans into his touch, when Bishop's hands move under his shirt. Those fingers are gentle, seemingly doing their best to make sure that they don't hurt Sawyer. He inhales sharply against the kiss as the other's hands move higher. His skin tingles.

He presses into the kiss, into those hands, fingers curling into the other's hair scraping lightly against the back of his head.

"I..." he murmurs softly, leaning to kiss quickly. "I can't help it."