"What did you say?" Linus had not quite caught it.
Liam looked his father straight in the eyes and repeated, "I said, I doubt that."
"Doubt what?" Linus frowned.
Liam chuckled, lighter this time. "That you can handle what I'm about to tell you." His eyes were full of challenge.
Linus took a seat and crossed his legs.
"Try me." His signature smirk in place.
Liam's eyes narrowed. "How about I just show you instead?"
With that, he lifted his uninjured left hand and waved it through the air with an exaggerated flourish, like he was conducting an invisible orchestra.
Linus watched his son with a frown, not quite sure what to make of it. He was about to ask when he noticed them.
Small droplets of water, no bigger than his thumbnail, floating silently in the air around both of them.
Linus's eyes went wide. He could not find a single word.
Silence fell.
