Liam’s eighteen. Mike remembers eighteen, how intense everything was and how quickly that intensity faded. He knows that Liam’s going to get his fill and then jump right into another adventure with equal enthusiasm, sans gag reflex. And that’s okay. Mike’s okay with that, he understands it, except with Liam asleep on his shoulder on the way back from Pittsburgh, mouth slightly ajar, bottom lip pink and plush and always too inviting, Mike realizes for the first time that when Liam trots off for his next adventure, Mike will regret his leaving.
