Liam takes his shirt from Hector wordlessly- nearly snatching it for how fast he accepts it- and clothes himself without a word, embarrassed to have been so little help to him. Dark, wet stains bloom against the blue cloth, dyeing it a rich purple. He thinks to return the favour and help Hector get his clothes, but by the time the thought has crossed his mind, Hector is already bending down to get it. Liam winces sympathetically, and for a brief moment, worried blue eyes search Hector's face to assess his suffering. No, he's the one who should be sorry, it was his suggestion - but the words catch in his throat and stay there. Never in his short life has he ever apologized for anything and his tongue doesn't know how to do it.
All of this in the second before Hector speaks again - and dismantles Liam's concern in a word. As though winded, Liam takes a quick breath into his chest, paranoia seeping into him with it. We, as though they were doing anything together once this was over. What, exactly, made a sinner like him think that he'd want to go somewhere with him? Liam's gaze clouds over with suspicion as he assesses Hector's obvious ulterior motive. Perhaps this was his own fault - he'd allowed his empathy to get in the way, leaving himself open to be used. No matter how unremarkable Hector seemed, humans did not deserve the benefit of the doubt. What cinches his distrust is that this man seemed to expect him to tend to his wounds, now - Liam's throat dries and his gaze wholly retreats inward. Yes, he's rather outgrown caring for people who didn't deserve it.
There isn't any more time to work through what else Hector might want to wring from him when this is done. Only moments after Hector speaks does the door unlock, as though thrown open by an unseen host. Well, there was no reason to stick around, and no need to waste his breath responding to him. Putting himself between Hector and the door, he turns his back on the other man decisively and makes towards the exit. No, Hector, he has no intention of ever seeing you again. When he turns the corner to enter the hall without a glance back, he hopes he has made himself perfectly clear.
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All of this in the second before Hector speaks again - and dismantles Liam's concern in a word. As though winded, Liam takes a quick breath into his chest, paranoia seeping into him with it. We, as though they were doing anything together once this was over. What, exactly, made a sinner like him think that he'd want to go somewhere with him? Liam's gaze clouds over with suspicion as he assesses Hector's obvious ulterior motive. Perhaps this was his own fault - he'd allowed his empathy to get in the way, leaving himself open to be used. No matter how unremarkable Hector seemed, humans did not deserve the benefit of the doubt. What cinches his distrust is that this man seemed to expect him to tend to his wounds, now - Liam's throat dries and his gaze wholly retreats inward. Yes, he's rather outgrown caring for people who didn't deserve it.
There isn't any more time to work through what else Hector might want to wring from him when this is done. Only moments after Hector speaks does the door unlock, as though thrown open by an unseen host. Well, there was no reason to stick around, and no need to waste his breath responding to him. Putting himself between Hector and the door, he turns his back on the other man decisively and makes towards the exit. No, Hector, he has no intention of ever seeing you again. When he turns the corner to enter the hall without a glance back, he hopes he has made himself perfectly clear.