Glad though Sawyer is for the distraction, it also comes at the cost of another pang of guilt hitting him square in the chest. Maybe it shouldn't. Everyone's bound to have their moments of weaknesses, even those who hold themselves to far stricter rules than Sawyer himself does.

Sure does make him feel weak, almost caving.

"Yeah," he says, trying to shake off the moment with an arch of his brow, lips parted in what doesn't quite become a smile. "Don't look real natural, does it? Someone like me shoppin' for groceries. Slim Jims and beer just don't cut it anymore, I'm afraid."