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Date: 2010-11-17 06:21 am (UTC)
confidenceman: (there's no escape; i can't wait)
He whirled around, hair whipping through the air and a look of desperation in his eye. She was... there was just something about her, Sawyer kept on thinking to himself. Not that she was bad company, not that he even minded having her around— which was saying a lot, because at the end of the day, Sawyer was almost always most comfortable curled up on his own with a decent book in his hands— but she seemed interested in him somehow, and he couldn't figure out why. Just because he was a con man?

He didn't want to be interesting to anyone for that simple reason alone, not anymore.

"If you're so worried about me gettin' lost, come the hell along," he bit out, not angry so much as frustrated, and underneath it all, hurt. Self-loathing. Nothing out of the ordinary. "But don't act like that didn't just... happen."
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