Sawyer swallows and he can sense all the things the other feels and it makes him feel nervous. He can't help it. He doesn't pull away or cower from his touch. Bishop is proving to him he's safe. He hasn't hurt him. He hasn't forced him to do anything really. He turns into him more, pressing his face against him while the other talks. It's a little like hiding but does it really count if he's turning to Bishop to hide?

He wraps his arms around the other and hugs himself to Bishop tightly the more he talks. The reality that he's actually escaped his living hell is starting to feel like it's taking shape as an actual possibility but he's still frightened to trust it. What if Bishop meant what he said now but... something could happen...

He shakes his head and tightens his arms around him, fingers curling into the back of the other's shirt.

Speaking is too hard, his throat is tight and he's sure if he tries to say anything he'll cry and he doesn't want to. He doesn't think Bishop would like it, he wouldn't want him to cry so he just holds onto him tightly.