Sawyer is surprised when the other lets him go, pulling the blanket down from his face, eyes wide when the other's apology rings in his ears. He pushes the blanket aside completely and his hands instead go to caress over the other's biceps, breathing uneven and there's a tendril of panic running through him.

"Don't say that," he pleads softly. He bites at his lip as he looks up at the other lifting his hips a bit encouragingly. "Don't stop."