"Yeah, yeah, you keep training, buddy." Liam replies with a wide grin. He makes a show of bending and stretching his legs, like that was nothing - but he's breathless, too, wheezing softly each time his lungs expand. He leans himself against the wall and retrieves his inhaler. Shake, shake, click. Then he's quiet for a few seconds, pocketing it once again and unzipping his coat.

Even if their sprint was momentarily invigorating, Liam can't help but yawn now that they're indoors. He glances over his shoulder, toward the familiar Junior Wands dorm room, then looks back, sliding closer to Marty. He smiles. It's hard not to, Marty wrapped up in his scarf like that. Something about it makes him relax, and suddenly aware of just how exhausted he is. "Let's go get warmed up, then."