"I need the oxy." That comes out way too fast, way too rushed, so Mike busies himself with leaning in and lighting the cigarette. He's not surprised Liam has a lighter. He's not sure he's ever smoked in front of the other--it's a rare sight--but he's glad. He takes a pull and blows smoke away from Billy's face, buying him time to phrase it properly.

Besides, Liam was confused. That's what he told himself--Liam was just confused and wants clarification. This can't be a mind game. They're past those, now.

Right?

"I meant your kinky stuff," he finally admits. "There's ways to sterilize it--I've seen you do it. I want to know if I could use it." That was easier than he thought.

Then again, Liam is anything but. Mike watches him carefully.