Liam

His words should have brought some comfort to her, but Arizona had willingly experimented with Holy Water. Making wise decisions wasn’t the girl’s best quality. “Are we talking about the same Arizona?” Her voice was filled with a dark sarcasm. Adriana nodded softly, suddenly finding her shoes very interesting. The rest of the squad, plus some of the Wilson girl other close friends, had probably lectured her about it. Adriana wasn’t planning on it. And didn’t want to bring an over worried Liam to her friend. Surprised eyes looked at him. She wasn’t expecting his order? Plea? Suggestion? She couldn’t read the emotion behind his words. “I -uh- I drove here.”

“So what if I did. Hospital food is shit,” she admitted, not at all guilty. “I guess you have a point. We’re like your children and your the parent who has a leash around all of us,” she mused. Liam was always there taking care of them, sort of in the same way that Lyra mothered all of them, except his care expanded to include the eldest Quill. “Think what you want but I know the truth.” Harlow had her moments, they were hidden and rare but they were still there. “Flynn has a heart attack over everything I do. I’m probably the reason why he’s going to start to grow grey hairs before he turns thirty,” she shrugged. “Yeah, let’s hope. Although I’m just hoping to get rid of these face stitches as soon as possible.”

Nate: B-)

Nate: :) :) :)

Liam: Nate, you can come anytime you want.

Nate: ;)

Liam: your decision.