Left alone in the familiar quiet of his room, Liam allowed his gaze to drift across the space, taking in every corner with a muted sense of recognition. Eventually, his attention settled on the window, and he walked toward it, stopping just before the glass as memories slid unbidden through his mind. For a long moment, he simply stood there, watching the city from above as life continued its usual hurried rhythm below.
'Just like everything so far, this hasn't changed either,' he mused, his eyes tracing the movement of carriages and pedestrians weaving through the streets as though he had never been gone.
After observing the busy scene, he finally stepped back. He shrugged off his coat and let it fall across the bed before making his way into the bathroom. Inside, he rolled up his sleeves and turned on the tap, leaning forward as he splashed cool water across his face and along his forearms. He had no desire to shower again—not after the long ride.
