Liam stared at her in silence, listening to what she said, and there his smile faded and he once more wore the guarded, emotionless expression that he carried normally. And in giving way to the game finally looked away from her and down at his beer. "You'll have to go home with one of them anyway," he pointed out quietly. After all, he couldn't offer her much more than conversation.
Which led him to wonder why the hell he was here again, because he knew it wasn't just to torture himself. No, for the first time since his touch had started killing people he was trying to connect with someone. It was a mistake, he knew it, but he couldn't help himself.