Sawyer stood a few feet removed from the two, grinning devilishly at the two's embrace and the flow of emotions between them, Drake's rare sympathy and Alpha's misty-eyed reassurance. He loved to see the two reunited, how Alpha began to accept him and how, as a small miracle, Drake opened himself to her. It did not make him cry, as the ducts that inhibited the tears had long withered and become archaic remnants of his childhood. But something within his chest surged, something that pressed upon his chest and made his skin begin to itch and his breast pocket begin to surge with energy. "I'm here too," Sawyer said meekly, switching his gaze between him, his hands arching into his breast pocket as a bag of pills and edibles rattled. He opened it easily with his callused forefinger and popped a pink tablet into his mouth, the vise of his jaw pulverizing it to dust.