Saving the world, having nightmares, and suffering nosebleeds. It's a mix that Sawyer's all too familiar with, though he still isn't sure that they ever managed the first part of the three. He stares closely at the young man, wondering if he's being screwed with, then thinks better of it and reaches out for a few pretzels of his own, breaking off halves in his hands. Crunching a few in his mouth, Sawyer breaks his gaze before kicking back half of his glass, relishing the burn of the alcohol down his throat, settling warmly in his stomach.
"You didn't, by any chance, save the world from an island, did you?" Sawyer asks, brows furrowing. "Didn't happen to be on a little island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean?"
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Date: 2013-10-01 12:58 am (UTC)"You didn't, by any chance, save the world from an island, did you?" Sawyer asks, brows furrowing. "Didn't happen to be on a little island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean?"