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[l0vemekn0t]

Another reason for him to be annoyed with these people.

Once he’s dropped all of his clothes, he locks the bathroom door and moves to the tub to join him.

“It’s your bath now, take as many as you want.”

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Sawyer does steal a glance at Bishop when the other is about to join him in the tub. He furrows his brow.

"Mine?"

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“I use the shower mostly, so the bath is yours.” Bishop admits and sinks down in the bubbles.

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Sawyer hesitates a bit and it's hard for him to believe in the idea of something as nice as a bath being his to any degree of the word. He bites his lip and moves once the other is in the bath, pressing close to him and it's easy to settle against him even in the bath he's small enough that the tub doesn't feel too crowded.

There's something instinctual that makes him want to be close, to smell the other's scent to touch him. something instinctual that's trying to trust.

"I don't understand why you're being so nice... why you took me from them." Why you claimed me when no one else has wanted to? The last question, silent.

[l0vemekn0t]

A funny sort of warmth comes over him when Sawyer moves in against him. It’s like, even though it’s rocky, pieces are starting to fall into place. Missing pieces.

“I knew you were mine,” he murmurs quietly, “and I wasn’t about to leave you there when I realized it.”

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That doesn't make any sense. Sawyer just frowns, resting his head against the other's chest and he is more intent to soak and be close to Bishop than he is to worry about anything else in the tub. He closes his eyes.

"You mean you took me because you wanted me to be yours?"

[l0vemekn0t]

“No, I mean I took you because you were supposed to be mine,” but how does one explain that without it sounding insane?

His brow furrows as he thinks about it and he abscently cups water in his hand to wet the others hair.

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"I don't understand," Sawyer says softly, letting the other get his hair wet. One of his hands idly cups some bubbles, watching them and maybe just a little too in awe.

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Once it’s all wet he reaches for the shampoo and gets to work on shampooing the others hair.

“It’s hard to explain,” he breathes, “you have a very specific scent.”

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It's nice to be taken care of. Sawyer doesn't resist it at all, sighing softly as the other starts to wash his hair. He could nearly fall asleep with how calming it is and how the hot water is making him drowsy.

"Your scent... it smells good to me. Is it like that?"

[l0vemekn0t]

“Yeah,” he nods and squeezes most of the bubbles out before he starts to rinse his hair, “I mean, sort of. I could smell you before I’d even seen you. I’d always be able to find you.”

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"I've.. never heard of that before," Sawyer admits, biting his lip and he wonders if he should be letting himself talk so much, be so open... He's at the other's mercy but then again he's used to that and Bishop hasn't hurt him. He's just been kind and generous, he's taking care of him.

That's what a mate is supposed to do.

[l0vemekn0t]

“To be fair, you’ve been living with a poor excuse for a pack most of your life,” Bishop mutters, and gently tips the others head back so he can rinse his hair properly. And steal a brief kiss.

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Sawyer kisses him back in that brief moment, exhaling as his hair is rinsed. He's quiet for a little bit.

"They killed my family when I was young...all I really remember is them."

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“I wish I’d found you sooner,” he sighs and sinks down a little lower in the water so he can wrap his arms around him a bit better without him getting cold.

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Sawyer settles against him again when the other sinks lower. He closes his eyes and it feels safe enough to do so even if anxiety is still alive and well playing in his mind. He lets the other hold him. He doesn't say anything else, just content to enjoy the water, the closeness.

If the other shoe does fall at least... he'll have moments like these to remember.

He nuzzles the other starting to drift off.

[l0vemekn0t]

Bishop can feel Sawyer drifting and chooses to remain quiet while he finishes washing him up. It’s a little while longer, and then he carefully climbs out of the bathtub with him and manages to dry him off.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed…” he murmurs and does just that. He would normally put clothes on him but it’s easier to just get him tucked into the bed like this.

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Sawyer is half awake for most of the bath it's like his body is finally demanding the rest that he'd never really had now that it's allowed it. He's more awake by the time the other's tucking him into bed. He knows that he'd just woken up not long ago and he doesn't know why the other is letting him sleep more. Isn't there things he should do...

He can't argue with the comfort of the bed, though, peering up at him sleepily.

"Thank you."

[l0vemekn0t]

Rest is necessary for the healing process. For the body to function properly. And Bishop can feel how much this boy needs it.

“No need,” some clean clothes are set out for him when he wakes up, “sleep some more and then come down when you want. It’s just me here.”

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Sawyer nods and burrows down into the blankets and pillow more. It doesn't take long before he's asleep again and for several hours at least. He wakes up thirsty and gets a drink from the water bottle from earlier. He gets dressed and uses the bathroom before hesitantly making his way downstairs in search of Bishop.

He's a little jumpy and unsure of the new surroundings. What if there was someone else? What if this had all been some ruse... The paranoid thoughts linger as he finds Bishop.

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It’s like having a mouse in his house but he knows he’s there before Sawyer even makes it down into the kitchen. A laptop is open with music playing and some papers strewn about as if he’d been working while bouncing back and forth between the barstool and the stove.

He looks over and smiles a little, “you look like you feel a little better.” He holds a hand out to the other and puts a lid back on a pot.

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Sawyer does feel a bit better. He quickly looks over the area, seeing that the other has something he's apparently working on while cooking. He only hesitates a little when the other's hand is held out to him, moving close to him.

"Hi," he greets shyly.

[l0vemekn0t]

Drawing him in closer, he breathes him in just a little. Now that he’s had a bath and a lengthy sleep in his bed he just smells like Bishop and himself. No more traces of that other place or those people.

“You can look around if you want. Get familiar with the place.”

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Sawyer bites his lip as the other scents him. He leans into him slightly. There's a little shake of his head at the offer. It seems easier to him if he just stays close to Bishop.

He looks up at him.

"I'll stay by you."

[l0vemekn0t]

“If I show you around first will you feel better about going on your own?” He asks, warmly gathering Sawyer up against him again.

He kisses the tip of his nose, “only I live here.”