Re: Motel: Sam & Liam
[Between the conversations (if they could be called that) with Seven and Marta, Liam was close to just pretending he didn't hear Sam knock when she arrived. It was tempting to barricade himself in the bathroom and pretend it was all just a figment of his imagination, but he was never good at wishing his problems away. No, he ran face first into them and let them drag him down hard.
This was no different.
The locks were thrown after the second knock and the door pulled open to give him a look at the woman standing on the other side. She looked younger than he remembered, or maybe that was just the way she was wearing her hair or something. He still stood tall, narrow and angular, a long-sleeved black shirt and khaki cargos that were slung low on narrow hips.]
Hey.
Come in. Sorry I didn't- It's a mess. [It wasn't as bad as it could have been, but there were clothes on the floor, a crumpled pack of cigarettes on the night stand, the smell of cigarettes still hanging in the air from a fresh smoke.]