Mike murmurs yes, leaning back once he knows Liam's not going into the couch. He's a little more comfortable, but not much. He's used to not being comfortable. He's used to not being used to anything, and that in and of itself is a dichotomy.

He takes a small breath before he starts again. "Yeah. But Tim--he knows the other guy. So we went to the hotel room, he came on, too, wanting to meet him. I was there, too." His lips curl up into a smirk.

"He was so fucking pissed, man. He had been trying to get Tim clean, I thought he was gonna just punch me. But he didn't. He didn't and I just knew what would make it better. I took a hit and shot gunned it, and then Tim and I got Billy cuffed to the bed so we could just duck around and let it happen."