He has. He has and he knows better to talk back to Liam but he does shoot a glare in the other's direction. Of course he knows about amazon, and of course he knows about all of that shit. That wasn't the point, though.

Mike's never been into art or any of that poetic justice shit. He thinks it's crap and if he weren't tripping at the moment he'd probably have walked out and said never mind, took his chances and cabbed home (not that he has the cash).

But Liam is Liam and Mike isn't sure he knows what to do without the other anymore. Liam provides him with what he needs--surely, this, too? He's the only person he knows of like this.

Mike is quiet for what seems to him like a very, very long time. Eventually, though, he opens his mouth to speak. He mumbles something, inaudible, and his gaze drops to the floor. He doesn't really want Liam to know.

He wants to keep Tim for himself. He wants to be as possessive of Tim as possible, especially after seeing Tim and Billy the other night. How they clung to each other, threesome or not. There was something special there.

Part of Mike hopes that doing something like this will help him get that same response from him.