Liam follows the direction, then, as if waking from a dream, he gives himself a shake.
“Oh, I see. Of course, we’re going out,” he grabs me by the shoulders and begins to push me out of the room. “But be careful. And let me know if you need any help. We’re around,” he says from the other side of the door.
We stand in the living room staring at one another, but neither of us goes further from the door.
“What the hell was that?” I ask, spreading my arms.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, what just happened,” I jab my finger to the door. “You’re acting like an i***t. Be careful. Let us know if you need help.” I imitate his previous words with exaggeration.
“I’m polite, that’s all. Not everybody is as rude as you.”
“I see...”
“What’s wrong now?” he pulls up his shoulders, and begins to bull
