At no point did Bones think that Liam would handle this well. He stepped aside as Liam nearly collided with him and spoke his name softly, but refrained from reaching out to stop him. The younger man would need time to process all of this, so being dragged into the studio with a wand against his neck was about what he expected. He lifted his hands to show that he wasn't a threat. Usually Bones was the one who was armed and ready to fight, but this was not the time to defend himself. If he got a touch roughed up in the process he wouldn't hold it against him.
"If I don't make it out, keep Marion safe," he said, steeling himself from the painful memory. The fight that night had been brutal, but he had made it out alive. It was later that evening that would take its toll on him, but Liam knew about that. "Those were the last words I spoke to you, weren't they?"
Marion had been alive then and things were looking up for a few hours until the Death Eaters had found his home. He didn't know how that happened, but what had come next was a blur that he often revisited in his nightmares. As far as Liam was concerned, Bones had died with them. Resurfacing now was a calculated move--one he hoped he wouldn't regret in the long run.