Re: Seven M/Liam R
[Liam extended a hand towards the other man, gesturing at his shirt and the fact that it wasn't bloodied.] Figure there'd be a bit more blood if the kidney's were missing. And you wouldn't be looking nearly as chipper as you are. [The smile's slight and lazy, and he backs up to let Seven fully in, closing and latching the door behind him.
The bookstore's quiet, the smell of old books and paper hanging in the air, dust motes dancing in the light that comes in through the window from the street lights outside. The floors are hardwood, scuffed and old, and the place has this feeling of having been there for ages. It wasn't much, but it was what the hotel had given him, and he was making do with what he had.]
So. [He edges away, turning and giving Seven his back, the faint outline of something beneath the thin shirt he wears.] There's a couch upstairs. It's not much, but it's comfy. I have a second bedroom, but I've a... [And he's not sure what to call Trystan. Roommate? House guest? Visitor? Something else entirely?] Someone's staying there. [A pause.] Trystan's staying there. [And it comes with a bob of his head because he knows it's not the wisest thing he's ever done, but he couldn't leave the guy out there on the street by himself.]
[Turning, he faces Seven again, a bit tired, those blue eyes shadowed.] It's been a while, hasn't it?