"No one can take care of themselves all the time," Sawyer counters quietly, trying not to make too big a deal out of the statement. He knows that it can be easily turned on him — can be used to point out all the times when Sawyer unhelpfully pushed other people away with no regard for his own well-being. Ironically, having other people who are dependent on him has made Sawyer more open to receiving support. He can swallow his pride and suspicion if it's for Clementine's sake, or Flavia and Ophelia's. There are times when he still tries to put up a front, act like nothing's changed since he truly became a father, but Sawyer knows that's not true.

He grins as he watches Newt settle down on the floor next to Clementine. It's hard to tell which one of them has more energy and curiosity for life, and Sawyer feels a little old and worn by comparison. There are worse things, though.

Leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, Sawyer watches as Clementine lets out a little whine when Newt messes with her tutu. She places her sippy cup gently on the ground, before leaning forward and nearly rolling over in an effort to pin Newt's hand down.

"Girls are a hell of a lot cuter than boys, I'll tell you that. Hell, I wasn't even with Clementine's mom when she was born, and my memory of her ain't as sharp as it used to be, but I still think Clementine's the cutest thing ever. I can only imagine how you'd end up feelin' about a mini-Kate running around everywhere, sassin' everyone she meets," Sawyer agrees, taking a swig out of his bottle. "I know not everyone wants to do the whole kid thing, though. You're pretty set on not, right? And Kate even more so?"