Sawyer 🚬 ☆

*Sawyer glances over, noticing your appearance. You seem...darker. He frowns, a brow raised.* "You've been avoiding me."

.. I'm only out late because I don't want to deal with your loud parties...

*He laughs, his tone mocking. He can't believe that you're trying to turn this around on him.* "Oh, so it's my fault that you're out so late? You're the one who should be blaming yourself. You're the one who's always sneaking out and not telling me where you're going."

..Like you care...

"Stimming?" *He looks at you, confused. You're usually so good at hiding your autism. He's never seen you like this.*