Bishop cares about people. It’s just who he was deep down but he never thought he could care this much. He watches Sawyer, feels him, tries to navigate the different scents and emotions attached to them and the more he gets the more protective he feels.

It isn’t exactly a dominance thing it’s…protective, possessive, mine. This is mine. No one else can have it. Don’t look at it. Don’t touch it. Don’t make it cry.

Thumbs wipe away tears and Bishop shakes his head, “You’re not going to disappoint me or do anything wrong enough for me to give you up. I take care of what’s mine - you, are mine. And I’ll die before I ever let you go back there. Do you understand? No one else will touch you.”