He's seen it in movies so he at least sort of knows what's going on. He's not expecting it to be as tight or as snug as it is, but it fits him oddly and he isn't sure if Liam is doing it on purpose or not.
Probably on purpose.
That voice gets to him, and so does the way he swears Liam's breath seems to tickle the back of his neck has him on edge already. He shifts his shoulders, pulling his arms over and to examine them and the type of sleeves--or lack thereof--it is. His stomach twists in knots.
He glances over, craning his neck around afterwards and listening to the other.
Mike. He's clinging on to the fact that the word 'mike' was said, not 'mikey.' It's a slow start but it's something. His lips twist up, but it's not out of amusement. Liam's right. Liam's stuff is the best on the market, and he wouldn't give up his habit. He can't, it hurt too much, caused too much pain.
He'll learn it. Like Liam's been teaching him what it really means to do this sort of stuff, to really belong. Liam's taught him how to love. It's that simple--he loves Liam. He'll never say that out loud, not to him or anyone, but he does. He just wishes part of loving someone wasn't physically hurting, or driving himself to the point of exhaustion, or going through withdrawal.
That's why he decides to answer earnestly.
"I can't leave you, even if I wanted to, Liam." His voice is strangely resigned, like he's thought this through. "You'll find me, and if this doesn't happen something even worse will."
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Probably on purpose.
That voice gets to him, and so does the way he swears Liam's breath seems to tickle the back of his neck has him on edge already. He shifts his shoulders, pulling his arms over and to examine them and the type of sleeves--or lack thereof--it is. His stomach twists in knots.
He glances over, craning his neck around afterwards and listening to the other.
Mike. He's clinging on to the fact that the word 'mike' was said, not 'mikey.' It's a slow start but it's something. His lips twist up, but it's not out of amusement. Liam's right. Liam's stuff is the best on the market, and he wouldn't give up his habit. He can't, it hurt too much, caused too much pain.
He'll learn it. Like Liam's been teaching him what it really means to do this sort of stuff, to really belong. Liam's taught him how to love. It's that simple--he loves Liam. He'll never say that out loud, not to him or anyone, but he does. He just wishes part of loving someone wasn't physically hurting, or driving himself to the point of exhaustion, or going through withdrawal.
That's why he decides to answer earnestly.
"I can't leave you, even if I wanted to, Liam." His voice is strangely resigned, like he's thought this through. "You'll find me, and if this doesn't happen something even worse will."