Outside 29 Chimera Court, Friday Evening

[firstofitskind]

The day at the Trooper Station had passed as uneventfully as it began. The strange feeling of anticipation had yet to dissipate, though, and maybe that was why Liam was taking his time with the walk from the station to the house. If there was a long way, he might have opted for that. But there wasn't, so instead he just... meandered. Told himself he was just doing a routine patrol, making sure everything was okay.

In reality, he was waiting. For what? Well. He'd find out soon enough.

[ooc: for one, but can be open, sure.]

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[tiedtothestars]

Siobhan didn't quite understand how or why she'd been invited, only that she had, and that she ought to make the most of it.

This was where she needed to be.

This street specifically, as it happened. Convenient.

"Hello, Liam," she said, stepping out into the glow cast by a street lamp.

[firstofitskind]

Liam could feel the blood drain from his face, his skin going clammy as he heard that voice say his name.

He opened his mouth once, twice, desperately trying to find something to say.

"... Agent Beckett," he finally settled on.

[tiedtothestars]

"I think," Siobhan said, slowly, "that we're well past that, don't you?"

[firstofitskind]

"Mother." The word felt strange in his mouth. He'd only ever used it the handful of times he'd spoken about her. Never with her. No, then it had always been 'Agent Beckett' or 'Lieutenant'. "I don't," he stopped, and then started again: "I don't have the words."

[tiedtothestars]

"I'm not sure I do either," Siobhan admitted. "Perhaps a hug would be the best course of action."

[firstofitskind]

"I think I can manage that, yeah," Liam said with a nod, moving to close the distance between them and wrap his arms around her much smaller frame. Very pointedly not thinking about the fact that the only other time he'd held her had been when she was dying.

'How' seemed a pointless question to ask, given that he himself had managed the same feat a little over two years ago. Although he had the sinking suspicion Siobhan's return was a less permanent one. And so instead of 'how', it was: "How long do you have?"

[tiedtothestars]

"Forty-eight hours," Siobhan told him. "Until sundown on Sunday night."

[firstofitskind]

"That's-" Liam frowned. He wanted to say 'Not nearly enough time', but on the other hand... "That's more time than we had when you were alive," he said finally. "I'll take it."