"Mm, don't tell me your weaknesses. I'll exploit them." Liam says, voice gone quiet, his body aching but finally relaxed and thoughts starting to feel a bit like spun taffy. They came here for a reason, but here, in Marty's bed, the horrors of the Shadow World can't find Liam, and the gentle rise and fall of Marty's chest is so peaceful. There's no harm in laying still for a few seconds, listening to the rhythm of Marty's breathing - feeling safe.

Without looking, Liam brings a hand up and runs his fingers over Marty's cheek and jaw, exploring the sharp lines of his face. "I am, too." He admits. "Weak to ice. I..." Liam doesn't finish his thought. His touch goes heavy as he drifts off to sleep.