liam held tight to his uncle, not wanting to let him go, partially because he didn’t really think the whole balancing thing out with him missing a crutch, and because he hadn’t seen him in far, far too long. “what do you mean? at least tell us! or me! you know we don’t care about telling them shit, so your secret would have been safe,” he laughed softly, trying to lean all of his weight on the one crutch he had, “i - didn’t think this through, would you - mind?” liam laughed again, gesturing to the rod of metal on the ground.
TJ didn’t have to try hard to keep Liam up and stable, bracing him with one arm while he leaned down and grabbed the fallen crutch. “Again, kiddo. Takes the surprise out. Love these moments where you act like you’re still like five and freak out over me comin’ in.” Smiling, he helped adjust the crutch back under Liam’s arm. “Feel like we should order a bunch of bad food and catch up before one of your brothers or ‘Nel busts in.”