MHA #6 Sunday

[arboreal_priestess]

As much as Verity wanted to be out there, dealing with tremens herself, her first priority had been getting Liam safely home. She went with her home over his, since he still didn't have a real bed, though considering the state of her cupboards, maybe his place would have been the better idea after all.

But hey, this was Fandom. Takeout during an invasion was a thing, wasn't it? Especially if she tipped really well?

Whatever, they could make it work. Maybe Liam would believe that stale tortilla omelettes were a common Pacific Northwest breakfast food.

...She needed to go grocery shopping like whoa.

[For the guy!]

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[arboreal_priestess]

"It's okay," she murmured. "I get it. I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't be flippant."

[firstofitskind]

"No, I like when you're flippant, most of the time," Liam admitted, a trace of a smile in his tone. "Just maybe not about this topic in particular."

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity nodded. "I've got plenty of stuff to be flippant about," she said. "I won't miss this one."

[firstofitskind]

"Thanks," Liam said softly. "I appreciate it."

[arboreal_priestess]

"Hey," she said, nudging him lightly in the side. "If this weekend's proven anything, it's that I got you, you know? I got you."

[firstofitskind]

"I do know," Liam said, lifting his head back up and meeting Verity's gaze. "And you know that works the other way around too, right?"

This was dangerously approaching mushy-stuff territory again.

[arboreal_priestess]

Uh-oh. Mushy stuff was dangerous territory. It could lead to words...feelings...all that stuff.

"I'd say I'd go pick a fight with a skinless monster-thing to make you prove it, but that's kind of my job anyway," Verity chuckled. "But I'm pretty sure I have a good idea of it anyway."