Something near the vicinity of Liam's heart twisted, clenched hard before turning over, and he worked his jaw soundlessly while making open observation of Jamie's expressive face. Stop this, he chided himself. Stop being such a fucking child. Stop running away, in so many words. "You can stay." The words were slow, measured out as though being counted. A momentary silence ticked by before his face finally softened, cracked enough to show change; hard to say, though, whether this Liam of the furrowed brow and shadow of warm smile was the real one, or if it was yet another well-fitted facade.
"Stay here, you daft boy. There's the spare room--" No mention of the master bedroom, the one with the locked door; Liam hadn't so much as glanced toward it. "--you don't need a key, just keep the door shut and the others'll leave you be. They haven't been taking the piss out of you, have they?"