"Will you tell me why you hate me so much?" Marcus always asked the same question. Every time he picked Liam up, every time he was the one to pay for Liam's time, he would ask the same question. And Liam, knowing he could never tell Marcus the truth, always gave him the same answer. "You know I can't. In return, Marcus would always smile. Would look at him with those eyes that made Liam's heart ache, that made it a little bit more difficult each time the man would stop him in the streets. "Maybe next time."