“Figure it’d be best to ask. Not going to ever assume this is a certainty cause you might not feel like it sometimes. I meant it when I had said you weren’t some reaper’s toy back when we first met.”

He waits, watching carefully as the dullahan beheads himself. It’s morbidly fascinating to see how it didn’t affect Liam much at all. Pushing up from his desk, James moves in close before gently pressing a kiss to Liam’s throat. Then he’s taking a knee so to kiss his lips.

“See,” he muses, “you’re not scary ever. Just a dork.”