Liam's eyes flick to the door and then back at Gladio, his icy expression unchanging for the moment it takes him to decide whether to bite his head off. So far, nobody had quite convinced him with their 'different perspective', and that phrase made his hackles rise - he'd heard it so many times before to justify pollution, poverty, slavery. So complicated! So many different points of view! Liam, had you ever once stopped to consider the perspective of the person who wasn't suffering?

But for some reason, he doesn't snap. He hates to admit that he still likes Gladio enough to afford him the enourmous amount of restraint it took to hear him out. Liam sighs, his breath shuddering in frustration - he really should know better by now - and he shrugs, stare melting into something almost... sad. He was so exhausted.

"There's shade just outside the building. It's hot, but it isn't miserable. ...I doubt anyone would follow us." He'd scouted it out for his own reasons. But regardless of whether they decided to speak outside or not, it was clear Liam was approaching this conversation with as much of an open mind as he had.