Had someone asked Sawyer upon his arrival to Darrow what he was most interested in experiencing, Sawyer knows that the best answer he would have had were a couple of raised middle fingers. When grieving, it's hard to even imagine what happiness might look like. There's too much of a void to fill, too much imbalance that leads to the flare of a quick temper. Only now does Sawyer find himself thinking about life in the longer term.'
He can't blame someone else for having trouble getting to that point.
"Well, here's hoping you find it, then," Sawyer says, reaching over to clink her glass with his own. "I mean, your odds ain't bad. Pretty blondes have got the look going for them. I'd know." He tosses his hair playfully for emphasis.
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Date: 2015-02-04 07:03 am (UTC)He can't blame someone else for having trouble getting to that point.
"Well, here's hoping you find it, then," Sawyer says, reaching over to clink her glass with his own. "I mean, your odds ain't bad. Pretty blondes have got the look going for them. I'd know." He tosses his hair playfully for emphasis.