weary memories i can always see

[confidenceman]

Even though there's an apartment waiting for him a few blocks down, secure and safe and sound, Sawyer never spends very long in the space. After months of living on an island with the open air constantly above and around him, an apartment feels too enclosed, traps him in a way that he only ever associates with danger these days, so he leaves as often as he can, sparing only a few hours each evening to recharge with fitful, restless sleep.

He avoids practically every one of them at first, the individuals who happened across him at the site of the plane crash, their eyes too knowing and tones too soft to be a coincidence. A new city isn't terribly much to take in, but trying to find the line between friend and enemy is too much of a task when Sawyer sometimes feels like he's never been a good enough judge of character in the first place. Eventually, however, the questions gnaw at him, unwilling to leave as he tosses and turns in his sheets, and unless he wants to gradually let himself drain of all energy, it needs to be addressed.

Which his why he shrugs on a jacket, stalks into the street. He's done some odd jobs here and there, but nothing requiring regular hours, so instead he walks by some of the major living establishments, trying to find her. Kara Thrace, callsign Starbuck.

Something about the way she had approached him felt safe.

With enough nosing around, he managed to lock on a likely residence, and having a free day on his hands, Sawyer sat himself down near the entrance of Chelsea Cloisters with a book in his hands to ward off any suspicion.

Hopefully she was around.

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[confidenceman]

It's not an expression that Sawyer enjoys seeing on Kara's face. Someone who's been gentle, and strong, and together in ways that he's hardly seen before, now with her nerves exposed and raw. She looks like she's seen... well, something about the haunted look of it all makes Sawyer suspect that it's more than he's known, at any rate.

He doesn't know what to say at first, gaze quickly dropping onto her tattoo, and without asking first, he reaches out as though to trace it. But he maintains that slight gap of distance, not wanting to overstep.

"The thing I was there for..." he says, frowning, and he feels echoes of her voice filtering through his head. "It was a game."

[frakkup]

"In the snow," says Kara, describing the memories as they coalesce, rising up through her consciousness like shadows made movement and light. She doesn't shift away from his reaching hand. "The Pyramid court. You called me Cleo. I thought you were a dick."

She grins. "But in that, I kind of want to frak this dick way."

[confidenceman]

"After Cleopatra," breathes Sawyer, his shoulders feeling suddenly heavy as he chases after that faint memory, remembering her voice loud and clear as she tried to explain the thing to him. Frak. She's said it in the city, but only now does Sawyer feel like he can just about hear the word falling from her lips.

"We did, didn't we?" he asks, eyes narrowing, though he doesn't remember any of it just yet. But it ain't hard to make the assumption. "I mean, unless I was fool, we did, right?"

[frakkup]

"In a games closet," says Kara, smirking across the table at him. "It was fantastic, I'm hurt that you don't remember. Probably would've gotten together, but you blew it."

Her smile softens, just enough to make it clear that she's kidding.

[confidenceman]

He stares across the table at her, and though there's no distinct memory coming to mind yet, there's a buzz that quickly spreads over his skin. And he really, really wishes that he could figure all this shit out, not even because he wants to relive the memory (though... well), but instead because he can't parse that expression on her face fully out.

Or why it makes his chest twist.

"Wouldn't be the first time I did that," he admits, jaw tensing briefly. "Though by the sound of it, you're doin' a whole lot better now."

[frakkup]

"About as well as a person like me can," Kara allows, accepting the drink that finally arrives.

"I'm not the same person I was on the island. I remember more of my life at home now, like when I left the island for here, I went back home somehow, lived more of my life there. It took a really long time to untangle in my head."

Kara grips her glass. "I'm not sure I'll ever remember everything."

[confidenceman]

"You're preachin' to the choir," he murmured, eyes still fixed on her with all the curiosity of a cat, eyeing the subtle tension in her features, the unease and resignation alike. There was something about her which constantly spoke to Sawyer, the feeling of someone who knew too much, and had been driven down by it. And no matter how much good they wanted to do, at the heart of it all, there was still this stubborn darkness.

Pervasive and oppressive.

"Do you... even wanna remember everything?"

[frakkup]

"I need to," says Kara, and she doesn't shift under his gaze, exactly, but his attention is a fixed, intense thing. She's never liked feeling vulnerable, but Sawyer's seen her soft places before. That makes it easier.

"I think it'll make me feel less unhinged, and not just the island stuff," she continues. "The things that happened to me back home, they don't make much more sense. There was some purpose I was serving, and I don't understand it. I don't think I'll feel right until I do."

[confidenceman]

His situation is different, Sawyer immediately realizes as Kara starts to talk about some type of purpose, some type of destiny. He doesn't have any similar sense of having fulfilled some type of fate, or having been instrumental in something happening. Maybe he should — he certainly feels that Hurley and Jack played their roles on that island, and he believes that it's being protected as they talk. And who Jack and Hurley were at that time was undoubtedly influenced by every single person who was with them, including himself.

But it just doesn't feel... like he was necessary.

"You don't think the purpose you've got here is enough?" he asks, not unkindly. "What happens if you figure out that your purpose back home isn't done. Think you'll want to leave here?"