and don't forget that there is someone up above

[confidenceman]

It's been a long time since Sawyer's turned steadily to drink. The Island never let a person run too far away from their troubles, not in this way. When you had to carefully pick and choose the things that were brought into your world, the conscious decision to avoid bringing vices was easier. There was no profit motive, nothing for the Island to gain from it. That just wasn't why anyone went there in the first place.

But here in Darrow, the bartenders are nothing but encouraging when they fill Sawyer's glass to the brim.

Being in the city's been difficult. He knows that his life on the Island was destroyed, razed down to the ground, and that there ain't any meaningful rebuilding of that to be had. It's the idea that there's been some other part to his life that he can't fully remember, a case of memories mostly beyond his reach, that has him drinking now. A complication that he didn't foresee, that he doesn't know how to process, and the only way to get him to stop thinking about it is to make it impossible to think at all.

"I need your keys," the bartender said, and Sawyer snorts in amusement before tossing over the keys to the truck he uses for construction work.

"Wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon, anyway," he grits in reply before downing the rest of the glass.

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[confidenceman]

"I lived on a tropical island for years; I'm pretty sure I can do without a fruit basket," snorts Sawyer, though he appreciates the thought. Truth be told, he almost likes the thought of having Newt stick around in whatever fashion suits him, even though he can't quite break away from the thought that Newt would probably be better off without someone like Sawyer. Sometimes he's just a disaster waiting to happen, even though he likes to think that there's nothing in the city that would drive him to where he was only weeks ago.

Never say never, though.

Else, he never would have believed that he'd be one day toting around a drunken scientist on his back. If it were Jack, after all, he'd probably just drop the guy and make him walk it off.

"Sorry, can't hear you from back there," Sawyer says, teasing, before he hefts Newt higher and starts lumbering for the door, more than a few laughs following behind the both of them.