Re: Call: Liam/Seven
[Seven's hands ached where he clutched the phone to his ear, and where his free hand curled against the meat of his palm, burning because all he wanted was to feel the heat of Liam's skin against his fingers. And his head felt lit up, hot like fire licking inside his skull, because he couldn't soothe the ragged edge of emotion that he heard in Liam's words.] It can. We'll figure it out. I promise.
[Because the thing was, if it came to it, Seven had every intention of hunting down the individuals responsible and fucking bludgeoning it out of them. (Plastic cracked close to his ear; he'd broken the back panel of his phone with the force of his grip.)] This isn't going to be forever. I won't let it.