A frown slowly forms and Bishop ties his towel around his waist before moving back over to retrieve Sawyer.

“They were really terrible to you….” He murmurs mostly to himself. “It’s okay. Come on…”

He’s quiet the rest of the time it takes to get them both dried abs dressed in comfortable clothes but when they head back downstairs (a cloth in hand along with a bottle of cleaner), he looks at Sawyer again, “okay. Simple choice: rice with beef and vegetables or, I can order pizza. Which one of those sounds better?”

He watches him for a moment and then pads over to the couch to clean up their mess.