Re: Seven M/Liam R
[He actually smiles back when Liam suggests that he looks 'chipper', and he moves forward to occupy the space made for him there in the entrance to the shop. He stands there for a moment with both hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, just looking. Taking in the light through the window and the rows of books with their spines neatly aligned on the shelves, and trying not to let his gaze linger on the back of Liam's shirt.
The floorboards creak beneath the soles of his boots as he shifts his weight. Not nervous. Not quite. Just... aware.]
Yeah, couch is fine. [His voice is the usual low gravel. Soft. Only a slight raise of both eyebrows indicates his surprise when he hears Trystan's name.] The three of us under one roof, huh? That sounds like a sitcom just begging to be cancelled.
[Then those eyes are on his, blue against green, and he's smiling but it is a cautious thing. A while. He turns the words over in his mind, probing at the edges where they abrade him. One hand slips out of his pocket and rakes through the hair that has grown long and been slicked back.] Yeah. More than a year, now.