Sarah knows this isn't the ideal environment. In fact, her attention is fairly caught up in the way the wind whips through his hair and gives him the air of a model on his way to a shoot. "How," is all she gets out, her own issues set aside as she stares at him for a second. "Why?" Her words fall away as she battles inwardly with herself, debating what to start with or if she even wants to talk about it or if she's come here for another reason and just can't own up to it.

Feeling suddenly torn and awkward (with the memory of their last big conversation in mind), she thinks this is the worst place for her to be. "Damn it," she hisses out, digging blunt nails into her palm and staring at him. She wishes she could just blame Sookie for all of this, but all the other woman's done is unearth things she doesn't want to think about. She reaches out and compromises. She twines her fingers in his hair and holds on to stop the blowing-about, but she doesn't do anything else despite how much she wants to.