Text Messages || Liam
Liam: I've noticed that. I just never know what to say. Speaking with words has never been my strong point. Do you think it would be a bad idea to not have a relationship at all, and just make out with everyone all the time because it seems to work well enough for other people?
Liam: Hey. No. It's not pathetic. Sometimes things need work, but that's okay. I'd help you out, but. I'm the one in the middle, son.
Liam: Don't worry about that, okay? It's done. It's over with. We're completely fine, and you can come back over here for the third time and we can pass out on the floor because it's late and I'm half asleep and you're really warm, or I can come over there and help you clean up, and everything will be better in the morning.
K: Hm. Well. Being that you're not going to be making out with me any time soon, perhaps you should just try speaking with words. At least with me.
K: It really is, though. I'm an adult and I still can't fully control my telekinesis. I don't know what's wrong with me and it gets me so upset. Which makes things worse, because my power is based on emotion. Fucking yay. But thanks for the offer to help, anyway.
K: Okay. You're right. It's in the past now. Falling asleep with you and trying to forget about everything else sounds perfect at the moment, so. Expect me there in a minute~
K: Everything /will/ be okay. We'll help each other get through it. I promise.











