Sawyer feels the urge to apologize and he feels the urge to cry. His eyes burn a little but he hides his face until he can blink it away. He helps dry himself off, dressed comfortably as he follows the other downstairs.

"Rice with beef and vegetables," Sawyer says slowly, after a long pause. Then he moves to reach to take the cloth and cleaner. He should clean up the mess. It's mostly his and... and he should just be the one to clean it.