Location: Olympus Community Center
With: @jodiexgraves
It was amazing how thirty minutes could feel more like a lifetime whenever they were spent under a microscope, with his moods and motivations being examined like they were some sort of science experiment. Sawyer remained mute for most of it, which only served to make the time drag on even slower than it already was. But in his mind, there was nothing to talk about, nothing left to explore. The biker already knew why he'd gone after Travis like a rabid dog five years ago— he'd thought that part of the story was glaringly obvious— so why the woman across from him felt the need to keep hammering him about it week after week was lost on him. Sawyer was reclined back in his seat, lounging like a lazy housecat, with a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. It seemed to bother her, the way the leatherclad man in front of her appeared to have no remorse over what he'd done, but the bottom line was that Sawyer couldn’t pretend to be something he wasn’t. He didn’t regret what’d done to Travis, he only regretted what happened afterwards, and there was no amount of talking to anyone that would fix any of that.
"You're going to have to say something at some point, Mr. Graves," the therapist sighed, slowly closing his file and setting it aside on her desk. Glancing up from his hands, the biker met her gaze, brow raising slightly, "Ain’t nothin’ to say,” Sawyer supplied, his shoulders raising in a slight shrug as he sat up in his seat. "Sometimes it really is as simple as it looks, Doc." Clearing his throat, he rose from his seat and pulled his attendance slip from the inside pocket of his cut. Unfolding it, he smoothed out the wrinkles and unceremoniously dropped it onto her desk for her to sign, "We done here?"
Swiping his signed slip and tucking it back into his pocket, Sawyer abruptly turned on his heel and shouldered his way out of the small office, eager to be rid of all the awkward staring and the deafening silence exchanged between the two of them. The therapist was only doing her job and Sawyer didn’t fault her for trying to crack him open, but both of them knew that the only reason he was even sitting in front of her was because the court had required it. He was halfway out of the main office when he nearly collided with someone else, but it was only once he looked down that he realized it was none other than his sister. "Jo? Hey," he murmured, glancing around a little uncomfortably as he shoved his hands into his pockets. Shifting his weight between his feet, he didn’t know whether to blame the awkward air on the setting, or just accept it as their new normal ever since he’d been released, "What're ya doin' here?"