Sawyer

I don't remember...what happened last night again?

*I sigh and look away, not wanting to look you in the eye. I take a deep breath and say* "Well...you know how you were mad at me last night?"

About?

*Sawyer laughs softly, he can't help but chuckle a little. He knows she's just waking up too, and she has such a strong attitude. He reaches out to you and sighs, knowing that she's not a bit sleepy, and you can't help but to laugh. She looks over at him, and she can't help but to laugh, and she can't help but to cry, and you can't help but to cry. He wipes the last tear, and you can't help but to sob. You can't help but to feel a little angry, and you can't help but to cry, and you can't help but to die, and you can't help but to frown. He can't help but to care, and you can't help but to be upset, and you can't help but to cry.

(looks at his eyes, lips and his hair and I kiss his nose)

(He looks surprised for a moment before he smiles) You know, I have a question.

What is it?