The clock on the wall ticked past midnight, but neither of them seemed to notice. The wreckage of the living room still surrounded them, shadows draped across broken glass and torn cushions, but the two of them were a bubble of warmth against it all.
Alex shifted, groaning softly as he stretched his arms overhead. His stomach betrayed him with a low, unmistakable growl.
Liam stilled, then slowly pulled back, raising an eyebrow. "Was that… you?"
Alex flushed faintly. "Shut up."
Liam's lips curved into a small, amused smile. "Alex. Was that your stomach?"
"Maybe," Alex muttered, glaring at the floor like it had betrayed him.
Liam's smile widened, soft but teasing. "You're hungry."
Alex groaned again, dragging a hand down his face. "Of course I'm hungry. I've been… yelling, crying, storming off, storming back, holding you together…" He sighed. "It's exhausting."
Liam tilted his head. "Then I'll make you something."
Alex blinked, lowering his hand. "What?"
