His father spoke to him, though it was quiet, and every day he made slightly less sense. But Liam knew what he meant. He always would.

"It's going well, dad. No one knows about me, no one thinks I'm different. You don't need to worry about me. I'll be fine..." He told him. He knew his father was holding on for some reason, and he wasn't sure what it was. He had a feeling it was because he was worried about Liam and his ability. He hoped that the reassurance would let him go peacefully, he tried it every day, but it never worked. He hated seeing his father suffering, and wanted to know how to help.