"Woah! Make way for the smoking hot king of Amstrid." Xavier said as he walked into Liam's room with his brothers.
"You know you're not supposed to be here, right?" Liam asked, standing in front of his mirror.
"Who cares? It's not like it's bad luck or anything." Xavier shrugged, taking a seat on Liam's bed.
"How's your back?" Liam inquired.
"Nothing I can't handle. How's your stomach and shoulder?" Xavier replied with a question of his own.
"Nothin I can't handle too."
"Out of curiosity, how were you able to sustain bullet wounds in both your stomach and shoulder, and how were you also able to survive something so deadly, and still be able to act like it's nothing?" Xavier asked.
"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you." Liam said, still staring at his reflection in the mirror.
