Doesn’t he realize that hiding from him is pointless? They aren’t just two wolves passing in the streets anymore. They’re connected completely.

Bishop doesn’t move too quickly but he does reach over to turn the burner off and set the pan aside so he can freely grab Sawyers face between his hands and get him to look up.

“You are mine, and I am yours. You can’t hide from me, Sawyer and you can’t lie,” he murmurs, “I’m your mate. Not a captor. You can growl at me. You can tell me no. You can lay around and make a mess. You can eat what you want. And you can cry. You just have to communicate so I understand…” he ducks down and kisses him softly on the mouth and then the nose and finally his forehead, “why do you want to cry…?”