He tried. He tried his best, his eyes narrowing until they squeezed shut. He allowed himself to break his gaze away from the woman, from the area around him, even thought it was always dangerous to let his guard down in any capacity. But he tried nonetheless, because maybe she was right, and he was just living a nightmare, and wasn't that a blessing in of itself, because nightmares could be woken from at all. Breath coming shallow, Sawyer gritted his teeth, before he shook his head, the gun still pressed closely to his jaw.
"I can't," he replied, taking a few steps backward, feeling as though he were watching the entire series of events from the backseat and through fog. "Get outta here, Ginger, I can handle this myself. But not if you're here."
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Date: 2010-11-03 11:54 pm (UTC)"I can't," he replied, taking a few steps backward, feeling as though he were watching the entire series of events from the backseat and through fog. "Get outta here, Ginger, I can handle this myself. But not if you're here."