Liam did not necessarily hear anyone stir over the sound of the t.v. but he definitely heard Ryan bellow from the kitchen, especially when it sounded like his older brother had purposefully pointed his big mouth in the direction of the living room. "WHAAT? DIDN'T HAVE YOUR NAME ON 'EM!" He threw back, handful of chips to his mouth right after. Crumbs were everywhere by this point and Liam could not even be bothered with caring. When Ryan walked in, Liam's face wrinkled up. "Dude, boundaries. First Bonnie, now you? For the love of all things..well, not holy, but damn it...what the fuck am I saying?" He chuckled for a minute before his face sobered as Ryan stole the chip bag. "Keep your fucking towel on or so help me I will punch you in the balls." Grumbling, Liam dusted the chip remnants off his hand before crossing his arms over his chest, full-on stoner pout. "Wasn't gonna eat 'em all..."
And then Bonnie walked in and Liam couldn't help but smile as she was definitely passing a fire-ball back and forth between her hands. "You're back?!" Because even though Bonnie had not gone anywhere, she had still gone somewhere, and it made sense in his weed-addled brain. Without caring about the hello, fireball in her hands, Liam got up and ran over, pulling Bonnie into a hug before his memory decided to flash again on her run down the hallway. "I will go right back in there if you decide that streaking is the best way to spend your time." Letting her go, Liam took a step back. "You bet your bon-fired ass it is. What do you think? I think celebrating is some sort of necessary." Because yes. Bonnie did not need to cry anymore and that was something that helped Liam in more ways than one.