He doesn't have a choice, and even, he's not so sure he'd give a fuck. What he cares about is the sudden shift in Liam's personality, and he knows he should be worried but he isn't. Not when Liam is against him, looking as out of it as he is.

He smiles through the finger in his mouth, just as lazy, and feels like he's going to melt into the bed, straightjacket be damned.

One simple, clean nod--yeah, he wants another. A finger, a hit, anything. He wants Liam. Christ, that's all he's ever wanted. His hips arch up, unable to help himself now, still hard and hot and wanting.

He's so very close to asking please. To pleading for it, even though he knows he can't.