It hadn't been nearly as long for Liam. Sure, he had the memories of his other-self's weekend, but that seemed more like a dream than anything that had really happened. It felt more like he'd gone to sleep Friday night, and the next thing he knew, it was the nightmare about the volcano again and then he was awake.

Still, it wasn't hard at all to imagine what he would've felt had he been aware of the time that had passed.

I'm home, now. The thought thrummed through the both of them; and he didn't just mean in this apartment, in this bed that was now theirs (though thinking of that still made him giddy, to be honest). It was more than that. He'd meant what he'd said that day at the Nest, back before the shit had really started to hit the fan: his home was where she was, wherever that may be.