Sawyer stood quietly outside of the door to the house his sister was living in, trying to ignore the people who were looking at him and making excuses to walk past.
It was more frustrating than anything else, but he hated the way he was seen by these people.
They couldn't seem to decide whether he was an embarrassment to his family or someone worth gaining favour with, and it made him cringe to think of what his father would say about that if he was still alive.
The door finally opened and his sister stared back at him blankly.
"He would be too busy thinking of the best way to deride me for this to worry about how people are looking at you," she said, flatly, "belittling me is one of the only things he ever got actual enjoyment from."
"How long were you reading my thoughts before
