Re: Log: Seven/Liam
[It felt like stepping back in time, to a person he hadn't been for so many years. The kiss, the touch, all of it was so painfully familiar that when it was broken by the press of Seven's hands, he would have sworn he felt physical pain. Pale cheeks were flushed, a wash of color across normally pale skin, and his hands didn't leave where they rested on Seven's cheeks, unwilling to break that point of contact just yet.]
I'm not sure. Not that much. A couple drinks. [He was probably underestimating the amount he had drank, mostly to wash away the taste of Dietre's words still ringing in his head. But Liam wasn't thinking of that now, no. He felt surprisingly sober, steady on his feet and alive in a way that he hadn't felt for so long.]
It's been so long. [The words were whispered, his hands finally pulling away from Seven's face, trailing down to shoulders, then arms, finally coming to rest at the crook of his elbows. His heart was going a mile a minute, a hammer-like beat in his chest.] I missed you. God, I missed you, Seven.