it had been a few days since any one of his coworkers had seen sawyer, and he wasn’t particularly looking forward to being faced with any one of them now, but he didn’t have much of a choice. he’d been looking for the usual stack of paychecks in the breakroom, but they weren’t there, so he turned to the person who was walking in. “hey, you know where the paychecks are?” the skin around his left eye was beyond blue, it went straight to black, swollen, and there were stitches just under the socket due to the orbital blowout fracture the male had suffered; sawyer looked like hell and couldn’t even hide how sour he felt about what would likely be a career ending baseball injury. “and about my face - yeah, i fucking know. thanks for staring.”