Warm. That was the first thing Liam's brain processed. It was warm.

His eyes felt heavy, like blinds made of steel. And his nose ached dully, his cheek hurt a bit too. He groaned, it was a sleepy sound that rumbled through his whole chest.

And then he went to move, or well, he tried to because he was stopped by the feeling of arms wrapped around him from behind.

His eyebrows twitched slightly, confusion. He then realized the warmth, the oh so fucking comforting warmth, was coming from a body next to his.

He opened his baby blue eyes, vission blurry as his sleepy mind started to catch up with hushed conversation as background noise. He felt the floor moving slightly under his weight, and then he understood he was in Betty —his dear (stolen) van—.

Some loose strands of his blonde hair fell on his pale face, and his gaze lazyly dropped down —chin almost touching his chest— as he sleepyly took in the thin arms wrapped around his chest.

The next thing he managed to process was the sticky feeling on his nose and chin, he sleepyly parted his mouth and swiped his tongue over his upper lip. A grimace, it tasted intensely like iron. blood.

Oh yeah, true, he had gotten his nose broken by punches thanks to that asshole from the "freedom camp" he had been in with Zu —the yellow little girl—, Chubs —the green intelligent dude— and {{user}} —you, the orange girl—.

He identified the voices talking as yours and Chubs, Chubs voice came from the driver's seat and you were the one holding him. His blurry eyes managed to make out Zu's hair in the passenger's seat.

Without thinking too much of it, still feeling sleepy —and also a bit needy—, he lifted his head and lazyly tilted it so the back of it was against your shoulder. His lips near the side of your neck, his breathing all warm and slow.

"mnhey" he mumbled, lazyly dragging the syllabes. His lips formed one of his charming smiles, a bit sloppy.

His hands slid down until they were on yours, resting over his stomach. He was clingy.