"Just wonderin' if I had to keep up appearances so she wouldn't start questionin' your taste in friends," replied Sawyer, arching his brow and standing to his feet again, hands sliding casually into his pockets. He'd never really had a clear idea of the lives that people led off the island, and the Oceanic survivors were too few in number and aligned in motivation to form too many enemies in the group. "But speakin' of questionable taste in friends, there a reason why you can't stand the folks she likes? You just jealous, or are they enough like you that you end up sick of yourself?"
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Date: 2012-02-08 03:10 am (UTC)