He nodded. “Then stay,” he replied, glancing over at his brother. “If Owen’s okay with it.”
“I’m okay with it,” Owen nodded and Sawyer put down her glass. “Thanks,” she mumbled to Owen and then glanced at Ryan. “Night,” she said, offering him a crooked smile before she walked out of the kitchen.
He watched as she left and then paused, glancing back at Owen again. He felt like he should say something to her–apologize, something–but he wasn’t sure it was a good idea.
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rymarshall liked this rymarshall reblogged this from seesawscott and added: He didn’t move for the other door until well after she’d gone into her own room. He knew he’d had to say something to...
docmarsh reblogged this from rymarshall and added: Owen shrugged at him and sighed. He didn’t know what to say or even what to tell Ryan.
