Mike's fear is palpable in the air as the other slowly moves. Liam runs with a cold rage, he realizes, followed by an explosive outburst. He had seen it only a few times, but his heart is already hammering in his chest. He opens his mouth to protest, tries to sit up, but as he does Liam has crossed the floor and grabbed his hair.

Liam's rage washes over him like a tidal wave, but Mike can't react other than muffled screaming into the pillow as he fights as hard as he can to keep the other from suffocating him. He can barely breathe, but the panicking isn't helping that. Not with Liam's words loud in his ears despite his own noises.

All he can do is thrash and yell, though after a few moments it turns into whimpering. He's not sure he has the energy for this, not now, not with a limited supply of oxy in his blood and his adrenaline constantly spiking.