Liam is loving in the same way he's everything else — thorough, catching all the details effortlessly, aware of far more than most people would ever even imagine noticing. He's genuinely a sweetheart on top of that, and Break can't help but feel that Liam is wasted on him; he really should be off making some nice young lady his own age fall madly in love with him so he can get married and produce a picture-perfect family, but no. No. He's lavishing all his attentions on an old blind man.

Break is far more aware of all this since losing his eyesight, and it's not just in how quickly Liam has learned to hand him things without needing to be asked, or how he takes the trouble to forge his handwriting just so their superiors at Pandora will think Break is still moderately active with his paperwork. Now that he's watching for it, he can look back and realize just how prominent Liam has been in his life. Ever since the very first time Liam reached out to him as a boy, whenever Break has fallen behind in some way or other it's been Liam who's stepped forward to make up the difference, always.

It's humbling enough as it is that someone can read his moods like an open book and provide the appropriate candy out of nowhere, but this, this is the last straw. Liam has taken to setting Break's clothes out for him after they've spent the night together, and Break has just discovered his favorite squishy purple socks right on top of the pile. If Liam can now tell — in advance, before they've done more than mumble good mornings at each other — when Break is going to have a squishy purple socks sort of day, Break is quite obviously doomed, and is never going to be his own person ever again. Worst of all, he can't even bring himself to be annoyed about it like he should be, because now he doesn't have to find those socks on his own and those socks make damn near everything better.

Break really doesn't feel like he deserves Liam and he probably never will. But no way in hell is he going to let him go. Squishy purple socks — he probably couldn't get rid of him if he tried.

Right as he arrives at this conclusion Liam returns from the Pandora kitchens armed with two cups of tea, tea being an absolute necessity for coping with having to get up in the morning. They'll find some breakfast later. More importantly, tea. He calls a greeting to Xerxes and sets the tray down on the coffee table, letting it clink so Break will know where to find it. Then he realizes that the other man is just standing there, still in the clothes he wore the day before, looking a little bit lost.

"Xerxes?" Liam asks, approaching him. He reaches out to turn Break's face toward him; even though the other man can't see anymore he still very much enjoys the gesture. "Is something wrong?"

"I love you," Break tells him, for the first time, because though there are some things he refuses to talk about, he will never lie; and Liam's far too smart not to have figured this out already. He gives him his most cheerful smile. "That's all."

"Oh," Liam says, relaxing. Then he replies, easily, "Well, I love you, too," because Break knows it just as well as he does, so he might as well.

And there's nothing more to say about it, really.