Sawyer is tempted for a second, though fortunately only a second, to play a prank on Newt somehow with those glasses. Hell, the guy called out the attention to his own vulnerabilities without Sawyer even having to pry, which is always deserving of an advantage being taken. But one look at his smiling, unassuming face and Sawyer decides against it. Something about him, stubbornly positive in spite of the risks that he's taken, and Sawyer can't help but wonder if this guy isn't someone who's seen the front lines. He's too damned positive to be a soldier.
"Why're you even takin' them off in the first place?" Sawyer snorts, before tugging the pair of glasses slightly to the side, where neither of them is liable to accidentally slam a heavy tankard of beer on top. Sniffing, Sawyer glances blearily back up at Newt with a heavy expression. Thankfully, only caused by the alcohol.
"Nah, I ain't dead. 'Least I don't think I am. Might argue that those who did are in a hell of a better spot than me right now, though. But I can't imagine havin' to be here after dying. Hell." He takes another swig of his drink. "What a letdown that'd be."
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Date: 2013-10-23 03:18 am (UTC)"Why're you even takin' them off in the first place?" Sawyer snorts, before tugging the pair of glasses slightly to the side, where neither of them is liable to accidentally slam a heavy tankard of beer on top. Sniffing, Sawyer glances blearily back up at Newt with a heavy expression. Thankfully, only caused by the alcohol.
"Nah, I ain't dead. 'Least I don't think I am. Might argue that those who did are in a hell of a better spot than me right now, though. But I can't imagine havin' to be here after dying. Hell." He takes another swig of his drink. "What a letdown that'd be."