Lieutenant [popcorn]

Christ, he knew he shouldn't have done anything. Liam could think of nothing to do at first but scold himself. Weird was an understatement. He felt weird being so close to her in that moment, and seeing her pull away stung enough as it was. Fortunately, his better senses got a hold of him and he reached out for her again. "Blondie," He muttered. The rain had begun to pick up, fat drops splattering away at their feet. He gazed on ahead for a moment off the porch before shrugging his jacket off, stepping up to the girl and draping the thick fabric over her shoulders. He offered her a small smile. Stop acting so dumb. Ye dumb face.

Maisie didn't want to accept it at first. However, as the rain began to pick up, she took it over her shoulders, making sure not to tuck her arms into it. Arms showed compliance. She was still giving him that uncertain glance. "We should head back to campus," she said. "I'm tired of getting stuck out in the rain." The day he stayed over was pretty similar to this one. That was the day he left her on the couch with a blanket and that book.

It was in the bag that was slung over her shoulder.

He offered her a smile. Maisie tried her best to reciprocate, at least halfly. What came was the smallest upturn of her lips, to which she immediately looked down and began to walk back, clutching her jacket over her shoulders, the corners of her mouth twitching.

She hadn't exactly worn the jacket like he'd intended, but he supposed it hardly mattered much. It would serve it's purpose all the same. Liam's eyes followed her as she took off into the light rain, hiding away her face and keeping her gaze low to the ground. "I'll let you pick the movie this time," the Summer called after her, shivering somewhat uncomfortably from the wet, chilly breeze. The sacrifices he made for this girl.

Before too long, and she'd left him standing in the dust, he set off after her, meekly holding a hand up over his eyes and catching up to the blonde.