Liam knew better than to be worried about Kurt, though this happened so often that he probably should expect it. It still didn't stop him from being concerned everytime his friend was late. He didn't even need to hear the response to his complaint. He already knew the excuse too well, and it bothered him that it hadn't really occurred to Kurt that the fact that he was late wasn't what irritated Liam. It was the fact that there was no text before hand, or some kind of warning so he didn't have a panic attack everytime his friend was late.

Then there was the pause and a question Liam wasn't expecting. He glanced at the bandaged arm himself and instinctively placed a hand over it. "It's nothing. I was up late writing and went out back for some fresh air and a break. The neighbor's dog had gotten into my yard and wasn't friendly." Without skipping a beat Liam switched the subject. "If you're going to be late, give me a text or something. It's not going to matter if you're a few more minutes late because you took the time to let me know."

Liam moved away from the door, "You still gonna do my grocery shopping today or should I just pay someone else to go do that for me?"