Fingers along his jaw, familiar and haunting, it held Liam's attention, focused it with not-quite pinpoint clarity on the figure beside him. It was touch, and to the man who was nearly starved of it, it was heaven despite the source. Blue eyes closed for a brief moment, keys forgotten, and without thinking of the implications of such a gesture, he moved his cheek against the hand, cold fingers a comfort nonetheless.
"You're back." He didn't remember much, memories still full of holes that he struggled to fill in, but he remembered the absence. Here and then not. Present then gone. And him being back - it was a new thing. It had to be a new thing, right?
He looked up, the air heavy with the cloves, spicy and alluring, and he studied the man beside him. The hair was different, but still fitting into the memories, but Liam knew time caused changes, just as it had in him. He didn't ask any questions, but the hand that didn't chase after the fallen keys lifted, running along cold knuckles, , callused fingers rasping over street-worn skin.