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Liam is too full of nervous energy to make himself known, so he stays on the floor where he's dropped, knees pulled up to his chest.

Lucas's pacing is soothing, almost hypnotic. Liam can wait until he decides... whatever he needs to decide.

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He finally sighs and stops, turning toward Liam slowly and then taking deliberate steps toward him. He lifts his foot and pushes one boot into Liam's shoulder. He shoves him backward onto the ground so slowly that you could almost call it gentle.

"I do not do things by halves," he murmurs softly. "You should know this."

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Liam falls backwards to the ground, gazing up at Lucas. He nods, trying to steady his breath enough to speak.

"I'm not asking you to do anything by halves," he finally murmurs.

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The boot slides up to rest on Liam's throat carefully as Lucas pulls a book of matches out of his pocket.

"From this moment on, I do not stop until I choose to. Even if you beg."

His voice is still weirdly quiet and gentle, even as he lights one of the matches and lifts it.

"You will remove your shirt and then lie back in this position."