Humor is always the easiest fallback. When it's with a bit of rudeness speckled in, it gives Sawyer a wide berth, save for the people who really will tolerate just about any sort of behavior from him. A safe space where he doesn't have to worry about judgment or keeping up appearances.
He's not precisely sure where Helen's limit is, though he knows he's angered her before. He knows that he still doesn't feel entirely comfortable confronting that past, one he doesn't fully remember, one that he doesn't want to be held accountable for.
So humor is easier. Light. Promising nothing.
"Slim Jims. What would the overcompensatin' man name after himself? It's a long length of sausage. Pretty dried out so it doesn't go bad. Probably falls in the same family as jerky. Easy, filling, and absolutely horrible for you," he says with an arch of his brow.
He doesn't know how to respond to the quip about beer. The guilt's already settled squarely in the center of his chest.
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He's not precisely sure where Helen's limit is, though he knows he's angered her before. He knows that he still doesn't feel entirely comfortable confronting that past, one he doesn't fully remember, one that he doesn't want to be held accountable for.
So humor is easier. Light. Promising nothing.
"Slim Jims. What would the overcompensatin' man name after himself? It's a long length of sausage. Pretty dried out so it doesn't go bad. Probably falls in the same family as jerky. Easy, filling, and absolutely horrible for you," he says with an arch of his brow.
He doesn't know how to respond to the quip about beer. The guilt's already settled squarely in the center of his chest.