Liam's head leaned back. A hollow laugh hurtled toward the ceiling of the kitchen, quickly molding itself into that of a groan. "Hannah- please, just- I need you to start carefully pulling the shards from my hand. Once the- the big chunks have gone, then we'll - God - g-go from there."
Oh, this was beautiful. He had to take a moment to applaud his work. Here she was, here was poor Hannah's heart, beating swiftly against her sleeve in all its trodden glory. One little snap, that was all it took for her concern to practically ooze from her mouth.