"I'd still like to move out to the countryside eventually," admits Sawyer, taking a long swig from his bottle, smacking his lips afterward. He rubs at his forehead with his fingers, as though to try and ease away some of the undoubtedly permanent creases there. It's been a long few years, going back much further than the couple he's spent in Darrow. "Can't afford it right now. Not sure when I might; maybe it depends on whether or not anyone's lookin' to rent their house out there. But eventually, I feel like... this whole crowded feel ain't really me, y'know? I can always come back and visit for the views. Spend a night in a hotel if I wanna hop 'round the bars. But there isn't anything quite like havin' acres to run through. Not being worried 'bout the next building over blocking the sun from streaming into your room."
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Date: 2015-01-07 07:27 am (UTC)