Re: Lakeside dock: Liam R/Lear L
He didn't want to care, he really didn't. But Liam had never been good at not caring about what others thought, about what he believed their opinions of him were. He cared, too much, and took those thoughts to heart and allowed them to mold his own opinion of himself. It wasn't healthy, and he knew it, but it was difficult to shake. This followed him even in death, and Lear's words shot through him, colder than his own soul.
No one's going to fucking remember you anyway.
His eyes closed as the man spoke further, the words spilling like acid over his thoughts. Threats might have moved him before, might have scared him into compliance, cowering and begging for forgiveness, but that had passed. Time had passed, as had his life, and the threats felt empty. "Is that supposed to scare me or something? Because it doesn't. Just leave me alone, yeah? I'm not bothering anyone out here." The water on the floors... that had been an accident. A tantrum of sorts. But that had passed and he was in control again.