Sawyer heard her footsteps coming back through to the kitchen and quickly returned to his seat. Aaron, unknowing that anything was about to happen, smiled at him innocently. The older man sighed, knowing all to well what was about to happen.
"That was the FBI." For the first time Sawyer realized how thick Claire's accent really was. He turned around abruptly to face her, and the anger was clearly evident. Anger, and hurt.
"Really." He said trying to seem passive. However, the comment came off as more arrogance to her than anything else.
"They're looking for you Sawyer. Why?"She asked him. He wished, hoped, prayed that there was some way he could avoid the question. Yet, somehow deep inside, he knew that she already had a faint idea.
"I -"
"I deserve a bloody answer." She roared. It was the first time he had ever seen her loose her temper; and he was done. Done with excuses. Done, with lieing.
"You're right." He answered slowly. "You deserve and answer. An explanation." He began, then he looked to Aaron. "Can we go some where where the kid wont hear us." He pleaded, and Claire glanced at her baby boy. They both knew that the child would not be able to understand anything that they were saying but something about the suggestion just seemed right. Claire nodded, and he followed her to the living room.
"Now." She stated frankly. "Tell me, everything."
"Before I came here I-" He wanted to break it to her gently, but he did not see a way out of getting around the blunt truth of the situation. " Claire, before all of this, if there was any way to take back what I did- what happened, you have to believe me. I would."
"What happened?!" She asked in attempt to withhold her own emotions. "What did you do?"
"I killed a man. Sawyer."
"The news reports?" She asked though he had to strain to hear the words. Somehow it all made sense now and she could not believe how stupid she had been all this time. "I trusted you.." She stammered.