"Okay," He manages. Barely. His breath shudders as he draws it deep. He keeps at it, trying to focus. He holds his hands close to his chest, even with the knife,as though his own pulse will steady him.

It does take time. And there certainly is a whole lot of feeling sorry for himself. But eventually, he thinks he's got it steady enough. He opens his eyes and swallows hard at the sight of the other man's back, knowing the task ahead.

It doesn't take him long to consider the question. His voice comes out small. "I trust you."

At least with this. He has to if he's going to be following instruction, doesn't he? He's glad Liam isn't looking at him anymore.