Liam closed his fingers around the other man's and turned to lead him the rest of the way up the stairs, out of the shop and into his apartment. It was small but not claustrophobically so, an open studio with a kitchen just big enough for a two-seat cafe table, a sitting area with a small sofa and his television and an upholstered chair that Maurice had clearly claimed as his own. His bed was tucked away behind a folding screen to separate it at least a little from the rest of the living area.

He led Riley straight towards his bed, but it was an innocent destination which would become clear when Liam released his hand and opened a dresser drawer to pull out a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve t-shirt. He snagged a towel too and pressed the little pile into Riley's hands. "Bathroom's that way. Get out of those soaking wet clothes before you do notice the cold."

If Liam could keep fussing over Riley, then he didn't have to wrap his mind around the fact that the other man had really come all this way for his sake.

"Tea or hot chocolate?" Either way, he was already turning to head to the kitchen to start on whatever the answer was.