you lied, but I know, 'cause I've got cigarette eyes

[confidenceman]

There was no doubt that Sawyer found Tabula Rasa less comforting by far when compared to the previous island. Somehow, despite all of the inexplicable phenomena of the previous island, ashen smoke snaking through the sky and polar bears thundering through the bamboo, what Sawyer found more terrifying than anything else was reaching out and finding no friction. People on this new island didn't hate him. Couldn't bring it in themselves to care when he was a jackass. No, they all separated into little social pockets, keeping a few close because they couldn't stand to be in this place alone, but rarely weaving into the whole because the more people one knew, the more likely it was that they'd lose someone along the way. It was almost normal.

Sawyer wasn't sure how to cope with that.

He'd made calculated efforts, though. Actually settled down in a hut. Got himself a girlfriend, a role in an island play. But one thing he didn't have was a steady job, something that didn't involve leading people on or making others think he was someone he wasn't. So when Sawyer saw that there were a few openings available for the island radio, his enjoyment of Howard Stern was enough to at least poke his head inside.

"Is this where I'm supposed t'be if I wanna annoy people with my voice every Wednesday mornin'?" he asked, leaning against the doorway.

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Roger didn't have a taste for country, but he covered southern rock a bit, and hey, there were probably people on the island who wanted to hear country music and Roger sure as fuck wasn't gonna provide that.

He nodded along, letting the dude work this shit out by himself, but after a while, he had to pipe up. "Well, she's not a Goddess anymore. But that doesn't make the idea bad." Roger sat back down in his chair and pushed a few buttons. Hearing a hick give love advice? Yeah, he'd tune in for that. And he laughed.

"Welcome aboard, Ford's Love Advice." He scrawled it onto the roster. "Not bad, new kid."

[confidenceman]

New kid. Sawyer had certainly been called a new kid enough times in his life, all things considered, with how much he moved from one place to another as a child, but recently he'd never really carried himself with any amount of naivety anymore, to the point where he did pull back, showing a slightly confused expression before he chuckled to himself after all. He'd been out of his element for a while. Everyone from Oceanic 815 had been. Maybe that, the fact that he could still find new things to explore on such a limited space of land and for it all to be productive in the general sense, maybe it was good. So he took the approval with a grateful nod of his head.

"Worst love advice in the world it is, then." Pausing, he then asked with a quirk of his brow, "So, how'd you feel about gettin' a beer or somethin' sometime?"