Log: Liam & Seven
[After he had given the address to Seven, Liam had found himself filled with equal parts excitement and terror. They were both easy to explain, easy to figure out, but that didn't mean that Liam knew best how to handle those feelings.
The apartment he had been living in for the better part of a month was still quite empty. A mattress on the floor in the lone bedroom. A folding table near the kitchen. A pile of pillows and blankets on the floor of the living room to serve as seating. The typewriter that Seven had given him sat on a wooden box near one wall, his laptop nearby, and judging by the look of each, they were in equal use for writing.
But where there wasn't a lot of furniture in the room, the walls were a different story. They were painted a neutral shade of blue, not bright, not dark, and upon these walls Liam had been writing. Black and white paint, sometimes merged to make grey. The words were big at times, sweeping across the wall, statements of strength and perseverance. But them smaller, there were passages in ink, and that's where the fears dwelt, etched onto the walls just as they were etched onto Liam's heart. It was a work in progress, and one that he was unlikely to complete any time soon.
He paced the floor until the knock to the door came, his heart stopping for a brief moment as he stared at the white door against the blue walls. A deep breath was drawn in and Liam strode forward on bare feet, taking only a moment to peek through the peephole before the door was unlocked and opened.
Faded blue jeans and a green shirt were his clothes of choice that day. The back of the shirt was torn, letting the brilliant white plumage of his wings come through. There was no use or sense in hiding them at home when he was behind his walls, so he didn't, and he moved comfortably with them.
Liam didn't say anything at first, taking Seven in for a long moment, gaze sweeping up until he met his gaze, and then there was a small smile tugging at his lips, crinkling the corners of his eyes. This wasn't the same young man that had arrived in Vegas nearly three years ago, and the events in the past months had aged him, but he managed to wear it well enough.]
Hey. Come on in. [And he ushered him in, stepping back to close and lock the door behind Seven, giving the man his first glimpse at the place Liam was starting to call home.] Sorry. I don't have much in the way of furniture. I hope the floor is alright?