Sawyer look surprised and then looks down. His stomach is starting to ache from eating too fast but he ignores it and draws his knees up to his chest as he looks at Bishop, brow furrowed.

"I don't know what being safe is like," Sawyer says, he vaguely remembers the warm feeling of home and security but it's distant, blurry just like the memory of his family's faces.

"I know you're different."

He let him eat and drink and sleep. He didn't force himself on him. That didn't mean Sawyer was safe.