It's not quite what Marty had asked, and he does notice how Liam avoids actually saying that he would be okay, but it's acceptable. He can't force him to promise a full recovery, not honestly. When Liam presses close again, Marty squeezes him too tight. He may be all jagged edges, but he refuses to let the other boy unravel. Liam is too important to him. He hasn't been troubled by worrying what he would do if anything happened to Liam because he can't even consider it. It's like trying to visualize a billion — his brain just isn't capable,

Liam's breath is warm against his ear, almost ticklish, and Marty smiles. "Yeah. We will," he agrees. Liam is the smart one, and if he says it, Marty can believe it. He leans back against the trunk, clumsily pulling Liam with him. "Now, you feel like blowing some stuff up?"