"I promise to express myself properly," his voice is quick and crisp and it's said as fast as he can. The real problem is he doesn't know. He doesn't know what will help get that tone soothed because he can't read the other's mind.

He knows better than to ask, though, because that gets Liam's ire even more. So he scrambles for what he can use, what he can do and guess and he prays he's right.

Maybe there's more, though. Those fingers on his neck are making his pulse beat faster, the room get warmer, and he brings his hands up, slowly, to Liam's face. "I promise," he repeats, and lifts his lips up so he can kiss the other softly.Try to disarm him.