"Well hell, I'd take an iPod!" Sawyer exclaimed, rubbing the heel of his palm momentarily against his eye, as though brushing away an irritant, or trying to reassure himself of what he was actually seeing, and Sawyer wasn't quite sure which. Usually, he didn't see any reason to get upset over presents. For the lot that were capable of being shared, all it took was worming into a person's good graces to get some use out of those presents. Besides, the island already gave him more, and on a regular, reliable basis, than he'd ever had in his life.
So it wasn't really greed that had him flabbergasted, or the feeling that somehow, he deserved more than this.
It was the fact that he couldn't still help feeling like the butt of a joke.
"It's bathroom luxuries," he concluded, waving a hand at it all. "Bathroom luxuries. When you're sittin' on the crapper and decide that you need somethin' to read. That's what you lay out. Magazines. Shit."
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Date: 2012-01-29 07:17 pm (UTC)So it wasn't really greed that had him flabbergasted, or the feeling that somehow, he deserved more than this.
It was the fact that he couldn't still help feeling like the butt of a joke.
"It's bathroom luxuries," he concluded, waving a hand at it all. "Bathroom luxuries. When you're sittin' on the crapper and decide that you need somethin' to read. That's what you lay out. Magazines. Shit."