Sawyer's expression grows perplexed and it's... almost beyond comprehension. He bites the inside of his cheek. How would he ever know how to trust Bishop? Or anyone. He lowers his eyes and doesn't know how to take all this. All he has known is a world where it would be his duty. A world where his sole purpose had been entertainment whether sexual or otherwise and now...

The other is giving him agency and trying to make him feel safe and Sawyer feels even more fragile in this unfamiliar territory.

"I don't understand you," he murmurs. He lowers his head and then presses his face against the other's shoulder. There's a strange feeling of contentment at being held like this, gently, but he doesn't know what to do with all of this. He's not used to having choices, to having a say in anything at all. "I want to believe you."