It was apparent that someone had come in of some importantance, since the masses seemed to rouse at least slightly from their unending drone of activity. Jamie was past hoping that it was the person he'd come here to see, all things considered -- it was likely just some particularly outlandish person. In this place, then, he supposed it might've been some sort of naked woman, completely covered in tattoos, who had somehow managed to light her own hair on fire and keep the thing going for some matter of minutes. At the voice, however, Liam felt a stab of familiarity and snapped up rather abruptly from the seat that he was in, letting the things he'd collected on his lap clatter loudly to the ground.
Jamie had honestly considered breaking into the room with the lock in it for a moment, but he lacked both the means to pick the lock itself and the subtltey to do such a thing without causing a ruckus. A conflicted stream of emotions passed over his face - he was, somewhere deep inside, glad to see that his brother hadn't managed to get himself killed - but he was also so very angry. Angry at Liam for leaving in the first place, angry at him for taking so long to come back to the place that he now called home. He was nearing six feet, not quite as tall as his brother, but damned close. He was sure that he looked different from the whisp of a boy that he'd been when Liam had left, but the family resemblance hadn't left his face - and neither had it left Liam's. Looking at the two of them shoulder to shoulder, it would be painfully obvious that there was a close relation.
Had he been a more impulsive man, he might've run forward to give his brother some sort of embrace, whether it involved tackling him to the ground in anger or in glee ... but he was not. He had no way of knowing how these people would react to him doing either of these things, and he did not care to find out. Despite his best efforts, Jamie was unable to keep the air of pathetic desperateness off of his face. In the past week, he had been heartbroken by the woman he had wanted desperately to love him, by his parents, and for years by his brother. He had now neither means nor motivation to do much of anything.
"Hello, Liam." It was too belated to be in response to the disruptive greeting that his brother had given what seemed like minutes ago, but it was loud enough and clear enough that Liam would hopefully at least seek out its source.