There's no time to dwell on potential futures or wallow in fear where Marty's involved. He crushes Liam's worries in his arms, seals the cracks in Liam's composure, then drags him right on to other, better things. Liam's feet slip across the dirt and he stumbles awkwardly against Marty, one hand clutching the back of his shirt, the other slapping against the trunk lid when he throws an arm out to steady himself. And just like that, it's just the two of them and everything else is left behind.

"Alright, Godzilla." He laughs, accidentally bumping his nose against the side of Marty's face, then, feeling suddenly and unspeakably thankful for Marty, slowing to more gently nuzzle him there, too. "Mm, it's your birthday," he presses his lips to the sharply angled point where his jaw and his cheek meet, murmuring against his skin. "We can blow up whatever you want."