Maybe it's just him, but the sound of her voice sounds far too familiar for one he's only heard once, however long the conversation. Sawyer's shoulders stiffen briefly as he turns a page on his book, pausing in the middle of demons and fire, a child's laughter and a trickster's malice. Mythology felt like an appropriate pick for the day.
He glances her way, gaze falling on the tight cross of her arms over her chest. Different than how he remembers her from the beach, but he doesn't push just yet.
"Not waiting anymore," he says with a faint, nervous smile, nodding down at the open space next to him on the stairs, an offer for her to join him if she'd like. He won't push her if she isn't in the mood.
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Date: 2013-09-11 08:17 am (UTC)He glances her way, gaze falling on the tight cross of her arms over her chest. Different than how he remembers her from the beach, but he doesn't push just yet.
"Not waiting anymore," he says with a faint, nervous smile, nodding down at the open space next to him on the stairs, an offer for her to join him if she'd like. He won't push her if she isn't in the mood.