Sawyer's Room.

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Freshly scrubbed face and hair in a ponytail, she exits his bathroom ready for bed. Humming to herself, she makes her way over to his dresser and digs a small pot of lipgloss out of her purse before applying the balm with her pinky. She takes her time, studying her own face and paying him no attention until she's completed her nightly rituals. When she finishes, she leans against the bureau, tugging absently on the hem of his t-shirt as she looks at him.

It's one of those moments of self-awareness that sneaks up on you when you least expect it.

It makes her smile.

"What do you want right this second?"