It didn't much matter, and Liam lurched forward and slouched to the ground almost as soon as they were in the clear. It wasn't perfect, but it was a hell of a lot better than being out there in the open as the winds only continued to get rougher. He stayed there, supported only by his arms and knees, for quite a while as he tried to expel the sand and calm his own breathing.

Which, you know, didn't work so well when his body kept insisting the breathlessness and chaos and all that was just like this incident back in '44... The fact that Ken was nowhere nearby only added to the distress. "I have to—have to get—fuck," he cursed into the coughs. Words were going to have to wait another few minutes.