Liam toes his boots off — “in the fucking hall, Liam, I know you know where those go” — and moves to straddle Mike’s hips. “Hi,” Mike says dryly, then, “Hey,” when Liam takes the book he was reading, puts it on the coffee table, thankfully still open, because it’s boring as shit, and Mike doesn’t think he’d bother trying to find his place again at this point, but not finishing it doesn’t sit right with him.
