Sawyer notices every movement but he can recognize that they're not threats. Still there's a tension that coils in his stomach. His gaze is pulled upward and it's hard not to look away. The more Bishop says the more he feels like he wants to cry. His fingers twist where he's grasped at the other's shirt.

Lips tremble as they meet Bishop's in the kiss and his eyes close as the other's mouth places a few more kisses and finally asks that expectant question.

He doesn't know how to deal with someone caring about what he has to say or feel, asking him..expecting answers...

"Because..." he starts, voice feeling uncomfortably thick and it almost hurts to talk through it. He wants to bury his face down again.

"Because you're being so nice and... understanding and you're taking care of me," the tears are heavier, hotter and they finally escape and he can't hide them. "I'm scared. I don't deserve any of this, you're... I'm going to be a disappointment and I don't want... I don't want to go back. I didn't think anything else was possible," he's not sure he's making any sense.

"I don't know how..."

He doesn't know how to be a person that someone cares about.