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Even though Sawyer decided months ago that there's no way to balance work, a kid, and starting as a student at the police academy, it sure doesn't stop him from wondering ever now and again. Sometimes, when he's not yet ready to try and put on a smile for Clementine as he comes home from work, Sawyer takes the longer path around the city, detouring until he can pass by the police station and give it a long, lingering look. With how often he does it, Sawyer wouldn't be surprised if the people inside are starting to grow wary of him.
But, hell. He's a one hundred percent law-abiding citizen now. No shady business. Far less cash, too, which is the real problem.
Being a straight shooter doesn't help sawyer put money towards keeping Clementine comfortable. She might be content with the way things are now, but sooner rather than later, she'll be ready for preschool. She'll start seeing what other kids have. Two parents for most of them, and better clothes, better lunches. That's the issue with a place like Darrow. It's too much of a city for Sawyer to pass himself off as one of the rest.
He glances over at the familiar building, stalling slightly in front of its doors before he takes a bite of the apple he purchased from the nearby convenience store. It's mealy, and none too fresh, but somehow, it feels like it buys him time.
But, hell. He's a one hundred percent law-abiding citizen now. No shady business. Far less cash, too, which is the real problem.
Being a straight shooter doesn't help sawyer put money towards keeping Clementine comfortable. She might be content with the way things are now, but sooner rather than later, she'll be ready for preschool. She'll start seeing what other kids have. Two parents for most of them, and better clothes, better lunches. That's the issue with a place like Darrow. It's too much of a city for Sawyer to pass himself off as one of the rest.
He glances over at the familiar building, stalling slightly in front of its doors before he takes a bite of the apple he purchased from the nearby convenience store. It's mealy, and none too fresh, but somehow, it feels like it buys him time.