Sawyer tries to stop crying as the other wipes at the tears. And maybe he can't stop because he's been stopping himself for so long and maybe he actually does feel safe enough to do this. There's still the ache at crying in front of Bishop and knowing the other doesn't him to cry. He keeps holding tight but he does pull his head away from the other's hold but just to bury his face into his chest again.

He sucks in deep breaths, he inhales the other's scent. He focuses on Bishop, letting the words of assurance play through his mind again.

Finally, he nods, slowly pulling his head back and there's still some tears falling and sniffling and he nods as he looks up at him.

"I'm trying to understand."

It's going to take time.