Fingers softly toy along the seam in his neck, and Liam lets out a small, breathy noise of contentment. There's an intimacy in this that goes far beyond anything that he would have ever thought possible; letting someone touch such a vital part of him shows a level of trust that he'd never allow from anyone else. James is safe, James is love.

He catches the reaper's hand with his own, bringing it to his lips so he can place gentle kisses to the tips of his fingers. "Get some rest, 'm not going anywhere."