While Eli declined his offer, Liam nodded. "Makes sense. You know, your brother's the one who got me into this. Reminds me of him." He spoke, softly. His voice was tender, he wasn't sure exactly how Eli felt about him. When he looked at Eli and their eyes met, he felt like Eli thought of him like a traitor - he had betrayed him. And in way, maybe the younger man was right. Maybe Liam running away had hurt the boy. But maybe, it had made him stronger, strong enough to be the man that stood in front of Liam today. A man burdened by loss, tragedy and pain, whom still managed to push through. 

As Eli turned to face the group, Liam stayed looking at the headstone, blocking out the sounds he heard behind him. He wasn't really ready to face everyone else. With a heavy sigh, exhaling the last bit of smoke before flicking the bud of the cigarette away, he looked at the headstone and whispered a silent prayer. [i]"Better start making good on my promise."[/i] As he turned towards the others, as Eli spoke about getting to a bar. "Hi, guys." Liam said, walking behind Eli, taller than the younger man. He had a sheepish expression on his face, averting anyone's direct gaze - an odd look for him, the one over-confident extrovert had now become so reserved. 

"A drink would be nice." Liam spoke, nodding for the others to move ahead - he still didn't know what bars were good or not here in Thornhill.