There were a lot of things that Liam could mean, but Bones didn't want to have that talk. This wasn't the time and he wasn't ready for it. So he let the topic linger and then drop. He would explain later most likely. Maybe a drink or two would loosen his tongue and dampen the emotions. For now, they had other things to discuss. He was going to suggest a change of scenery, but Liam got there first. Bones simply nodded and followed Liam into his office. He didn't sit. Instead, he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest, listening for any footsteps that may have followed them. When he heard none he inclined his head back toward Liam but didn't move to sit. He was too restless for that.
"I've had some surprising luck running into kids who are trying to hide from the Death Eaters," Bones said with a soft sigh. "Too many. A few talked about resistance, but scattered they can't do a bit of good."
Bones studied him for a moment as he fell silent, trying to determine where Liam even stood nowadays. Eighteen years changed people. While Bones was just as radical as ever, Liam could have easily fallen into complacency. He had a good job and didn't have to hide from the law. Why would he help reform a vigilante group? However, if he were the same man Bones remembered, the answer was easily 'because it's the right thing to do'.