She's met a Mr. Sawyer, and that very thought is enough to chill James to the bone, his eyes roving around as though he might find Mr. Sawyer standing just behind the both of them. Waiting to strike. On some level, he knows that Sawyer probably isn't the real name. Police can find people with their real names pretty easy, and someone who doesn't feel bad about taking someone's money probably doesn't feel bad about taking someone's name. His breath feels shallow in his chest, not granting enough air.
He shakes his head; it's all he can do.
"No, I'm okay. There ain't no one," he mumbles, hand straightening out his bangs where sleep's rumpled them.
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Date: 2011-08-23 09:00 am (UTC)He shakes his head; it's all he can do.
"No, I'm okay. There ain't no one," he mumbles, hand straightening out his bangs where sleep's rumpled them.