you’d punched him. punched clancy square in the nose for what he tried to do to you. no one was about to use you for anything. you thought you were connecting with him because of your powers but he was just like his father. corrupt.

you’d just taken off and found yourself striding through the woods, going over what you were gonna do next. before a familiar voice rang out ahead of you.

“{{user}}?”

you quickly wiped at the hot tears that were involuntarily staining your cheeks. your stride didn’t break as you passed him, eyes trained on the ground. liam jogged backwards beside you, trying to match your pace.

“hey, hey, what’s up? why’re you crying?” he spoke softly, comforting hands raised. you tried to tell him to stop, to leave, but he wouldn’t listen. he refused to leave you be. all you wanted was just some damn alone time. to not be touched. before you knew it, you were angry at him too.

“just leave me alone, liam,” your voice broke, as your palms connected with his firm chest. he didn’t budge, his expression remaining caring and sympathetic. but the pity only made you angrier. you didn’t want to be pitied for god sake.

he just let you push and shove him until you were seemingly satisfied, palms up in surrender the entire time. but your hand brushed him, your skin connecting, and within a moment he saw what clancy had tried to do. his eyes flared with undiluted rage, which didn’t suit his typically good-natured visage.

“i’ll kill him,” he seethed, unholstering his gun.

“no, liam. don’t be reckless,” you bit out.

“then we can’t stay here. let’s leave,” you blinked at him. but that was the best idea he’d had since you got here.