"Half the day could be a good compromise," Sawyer replied with a arch of his brow and a slight nod. His eyes traced over the outline of the pallet off to the side, fighting back the urge to laugh, or joke, or crack wise when a part of him felt like doing anything but. Three months it'd been since Kate left— only three months. That amount of time once passed so quickly, he thought to himself. But on the island, everything felt that shade of aimless, hopeless, and the only wash of motion came from clinging to one another.
He'd spent so much of his time trying to escape the first island, but the second one left him fighting less. Stepping closer, he wondered if that was hesitation that he felt in her stance, heard in her voice, giving her actions pause.
Feeling foolish for it, he reached out to curiously tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. His gaze wandered to the side not long after.
"Could've had better timing," he remarked, the toilet paper not being his favorite of backdrops.
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Date: 2012-02-02 01:29 am (UTC)He'd spent so much of his time trying to escape the first island, but the second one left him fighting less. Stepping closer, he wondered if that was hesitation that he felt in her stance, heard in her voice, giving her actions pause.
Feeling foolish for it, he reached out to curiously tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. His gaze wandered to the side not long after.
"Could've had better timing," he remarked, the toilet paper not being his favorite of backdrops.