hear what the silence screams

Liam

In just a matter of minutes, just a matter of time
We could lose it all, we could lose it all

Liam watched as Thal snagged the drink and downed it, sorely tempted to order another and join her. But he'd overcome the temptation only a moment before, and he wasn't about to give in now. Not when doing so would feel like spitting on his hard-won sobriety and everything he held dear.

Thalassa looked him over, openly appraising, but Liam couldn't find it in himself to so much as square his shoulders. Her assessment was blunt, and he sighed in the face of it, scrubbing a hand over his face as though that might wipe his misery away. Then he looked her over, too, finding her bandaged and bruised. "So do you." He paused, rubbing the back of his neck. "'Least your shit seems to be physical." His, on the other hand... He wasn't sure he wanted to get into the details, really. Not when he was still parsing through everything, himself.

Liam lifted his chin towards her bandaged arm. "What happened?" Maybe it would be a welcome distraction to hear about someone else's problems for a while.

If all we are is just what we've earned
We are the destroyers