“You keep on mentioning that you don’t have anything to do…”
Elizabeth looked up from the book she had been reading, but she didn’t really have any response for Sawyer.
“I’m not complaining. I know that it isn’t your fault, and…”
She stopped talking when he took a set of keys from his pocket and shook them slightly, so the distinctive noise of metal kingling against metal rang out in the small room.
“I know that you haven’t been complaining. That kind of made me feel even worse about it - that’s what these are…” he tossed the keys over to her and she caught them but didn’t look down to examine them, “...I figured you might appreciate getting away from here for a while.”
Elizabeth put the keys down on the coffee table in front of her and refused to acknowledge them.
“I don’t think tha
