The Beach, Wednesday Evening After Sunset

[firstofitskind]

Liam was not brooding. Sure, he hadn't slept particularly well last night, but it wasn't as if that was a particularly unusual occurrence in the Kincaid-Price household. Just because this particular rocky outcropping was the spot he tended to gravitate towards whenever he had something on his mind, that didn't mean anything. He was just enjoying an evening cup of tea outside in the salt air. And occasionally throwing a rock into the ocean to see how far it'd go. You know, normal not-brooding stuff.

[ooc: expecting some memory-sharing frens!]