spotted dick

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[stops walking]

[Blinks and just puts hit hand on the top of the bottle, rocking it back in forth without knocking it over]

You got kicked out? That’s— horrible, I’m sorry.

[He’s already frowning at the idea of Liam having nowhere to go but it’s turns less angry and more sad when Liam apologizes.]

Liam you don’t have to say sorry. You’re always welcome here. Even if you’re beyond stubborn I like you and I like having you around. So yeah I probably wouldn’t stab you. I’d never lethally stab you at least. Sexy stabbing is a thing I could do if you were in the mood though.

[Luci laughs, nervously, because he knows what he said wasn’t anything other than ridiculous but he really wants to try and joke enough that Liam will feel comfortable. He wants Liam happy and comfortable and that’s the only thing going through his mind really, to do that and then maybe he can be happy and comfortable with Liam.]

I can try to wash your clothes for you? And dry them. So you won’t have to be in my clothes all night if you don’t want too. If Vi was here I’d say yes go to the bathroom but I don’t really mind seeing you naked if— Oh shit.

[Luci’s eyes widen too as he looks at the phone in Liam’s hand, if Liam was in a better mood Luci might have just taken it from his hand but instead Luci just lightly rests his hand on Liam’s wrist, rubbing his thumb over the inside of it. He’s hunched over, almost in on himself and he’s doing his best to try and beg Liam to trust him with his eyes.]

'm used to it. Get kicked out at least twice a week. This is actually the first time this week. Surprisingly. Maybe 's 'cause I jus' got back, they're bein' nice.

[His frown deepens at Luci's, then deepens more when Luci's turns sad. Fuck, he doesn't need anyone's pity. He does, however, grin at Luci's comments.]

Not righ' now--maybe later, though. We'll see.

[For a split second, he's distracted by the idea, but then there's more thunder, and he almost drops the phone. It wouldn't be the first time, but he's glad he didn't, because he's not sure if it would survive the damage.]

[A heavy sigh escapes him at Luciano's insistence, brows furrowing as he thinks about the pros and cons of his choices. After a moment, he relents, turning his gaze away and nodding.]

[He shrugs, looking towards the kitchen as he talks because if he doesn’t his pout will be way too obvious and Liam would probably be even more angry at him than he already is. Luci’s used to people being angry at him, but not Liam, so he’d like to avoid that for as long as possible.]

I’m not trying to baby you. I’m trying to— I want to help. It makes me happy to try and help.

[He decides that well, if Liam’s cold the best thing to do would be to turn the heat up just a bit more real quick. Even if he already feels over heated enough that he’s considering taking his hoodie off to get more comfortable. He’d give it to Liam if he takes it off because it’d be warm from him and an oversized hoodie is something that Liam would look pretty natural in. Because he really does want to help, to make Liam as comfortable as possible so hes worrying about things like that.]

It’s not your fault Liam. It’s just water, it can be mopped up.

[He tries to smile reassuringly, because it really isn’t a big deal, but no of course thats ruined by the thunder making him recoil instinctively. He turns to look at Liam, to try and laugh over the thunder but well that quickly changes until hes just looking worried. Hovering around Liam with his hands up defensively, he reminds himself not to touch but well crowding is something he can’t really stop himself from doing. Being closer is better in every situation.] 

[He's aware he's just repeating himself, but he doesn't know what else to say. He just takes a tentative step back. His hands tense in time with another roll of thunder, causing several more droplets of water to hit the ground from his shirt (at which he mutters another "Oops").]

's really--goin' out there, innit?

[He plasters a fake grin on his face, can't be bothered to try to make it convincing--not when he's still shivering from the rain and his mind is still frazzled from the thunder.]

Don't need help. Been dealin' with it on my own fer a while now. I just needed somewhere t' go 'cause I got kicked out and, contrary t' popular fuckin' belief,, rain sucks some major dick, unless yer a plant or some shit. Sorry I came here, by th' way, don' exactly have a lotta friends. At least here I think I might no' get stabbed.

[He grunts and looks down at his body, holding the shirt tighter than necessary, wringing it a little, which doesn't help the puddle much.]

What should I do wit' all this shit? And--would it be better fer me t', go to the bathroom t' take my pants--

[He stops mid-sentence, eyes widening and teeth clacking together harshly as he reaches into his pocket with a wet, shaky hand and pulls out his phone.]