Sawyer eats until his stomach hurts from the amount of food. He finishes before Bishop but he waits to take his bowl to the sink, managing not to insist on doing all the dishes for him right then and there. He quietly cleans the bowl, though, glancing at the pan soaking.
"No," he says quietly, glancing up at him. He rubs the edge of the counter. He can't imagine not being close to the other right now.
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Date: 2022-03-26 04:45 pm (UTC)"No," he says quietly, glancing up at him. He rubs the edge of the counter. He can't imagine not being close to the other right now.