Sawyer blushes and he quietly gets to work after the other moves to go cook. He's never been thanked for doing... well, anything. He diligently works on cleaning up the mess -- that is mostly, if not entirely his fault. He maybe cleans longer than necessary, as if having to be sure it's done perfectly that there's no mistakes that he could be caught making -- no accusations that could be made that he didn't do a thorough job. When he's done he isn't sure what to do with the cloth or the cleaner.

He stares down at them and then hesitantly pads into the kitchen, chewing his lip nervously.