For Sawyer.
It's not like I'm looking for him. Not really. But after weeks of giving him space, I've had my eye out. I've been wondering, maybe even worrying, since somewhere along the way I started giving a shit.
I know he's been at the Winchester, but usually when I'm off, so it's not all that surprising to see him sitting alone at the bar when I pass by the Hub. I've got shit to do, always, but a few hours to kill for once, so I take the detour over to him, sinking down onto the bar stool beside him without a word.
It's not like I'm gonna fuckin' beg him to be my friend. I pretty much already tried that. But if he wants to quit bein' an asshole and talk to me, well... here I am.
I know he's been at the Winchester, but usually when I'm off, so it's not all that surprising to see him sitting alone at the bar when I pass by the Hub. I've got shit to do, always, but a few hours to kill for once, so I take the detour over to him, sinking down onto the bar stool beside him without a word.
It's not like I'm gonna fuckin' beg him to be my friend. I pretty much already tried that. But if he wants to quit bein' an asshole and talk to me, well... here I am.