Liam had been awfully quiet, something very unusual for him. He was expansive, charming, flirty, not this sad mess. He didn’t want to make any drama, and he also couldn’t bring himself to enjoy the journal system as before; it all led to his silence. What was he going to say to people? He didn’t know, and with all those Harry Potter reincarnates he wanted to avoid trouble as much as possible. Boy, all of them managed to be problematic in a way, just like him. Where were the healthy, nice people in the world, for the love of God? It seemed like people were either having their own troubles or being trouble, all the time.
Rebecca did look delicious, for the lack of a better word. And pleased, he should add, by his handsome figure standing in front of her. Oh well. He might as well show what he got, right? He stretched a hand and pulled her inside, closing the door behind her. “I couldn’t make my mind about what to dress.” He said, leaving her between the door and him, painfully close. “I thought you might want to go for a few drinks first, or eat something. Or, I don’t know, do anything else. And who am I to deny that?” He said in a low tone, his own mouth watering at the thought of her.