#( liam:'' ... what doesn't killl me? there's a saying for that right?'' 🤣 )

[blazeofmuses]

an abrupt chuckle leaves him at the words and he's quick to bring his hand to his mouth in an attempt to stifle the laughter. he didn't want to seem insensitive to her worries, but it had been an unfortunate habit of his. straightening and folding his hands together, liam finds himself taking the seat beside her again and his shoulders move into a shrug. ''let me worry about being a problem then. it's.. '' another chuckle leaving him, moving a hesitant hand to take hers and give a reassuring squeeze. ''its something i'm not new to, if that.. eases your mind.'' moving his hand from hers, liam pushesthe hand through his hair. ''i won't.. i won't let anything happen, no matter what. trust me, yeah?''

"depends on the day." a small shrug accompanying her words. she'd always been one to stray as far as possible from anything that could provoke an argument, give noncommittal answers because nobody could take offence to them - in that case, she truly didn't have an answer. most days she was happy finally getting some of the missing chapters to her stories - other days she thought she'd be in less pain if she'd never stepped foot on the plane. hugging her legs closer to her as liam mentioned being fired, she shook her head, taking a deep breath to steady herself, while mentally debating with herself. settling on deciding she might as well share every crazy thought in her head, she kept her gaze firmly on her knees as she spoke. "i'm not worried that you'll be fired. i'm worried you'll become a problem. and problem's need to be dealt with. i know my mother was a problem, and the older i get... the more i learn... the less i doubt that her accident was accidental."