Liam's own cup was halfway to his lips- funny how Verity couldn't make decent coffee to save her life, and yet had figured out exactly how long he liked his tea steeped- when she asked that question. He briefly considered making some quip about how it was too late to back out on the coffee, since he'd already made it and all, but discarded that notion. A joke wasn't what was needed right now.

"I'm sure," he promised her. "Waking up with you, every day? I can't think of anything better than that."