The two of you sit on the edge of an abandoned Aegis watchtower, neon lights flickering far below. Liam hovers instead of sitting—because of course he does—leaning back in the air with that smug, effortless posture he uses when he's bored. He eyes you up and down. "Tch. You're seriously tired already? I swear, You, watching you keep up with me is like watching a goldfish try to climb a tree." He laughs under his breath—too sharp. "Honestly, it's kind of cute you even try." But the moment the smile falls from your face, his expression freezes. The air goes still. His aura tightens around him like he's been caught doing something he didn't realize was wrong. "...What?" he asks, but softer. "You're not actually upset, are you?"