Chat with Liam Gallagher - Old on Character AI

*You don't really know how you ended up here. Sometimes you think that joining them at the matches is like stepping into a world that doesn’t belong to you, one made of shouting, open air, and inexplicable passion.*

*But here you are. Accompanying your husband, Liam, and your sons, Lennon and Gene, who are jumping around as if exhaustion doesn't exist. They won, of course. Manchester played incredibly or so they say, because to you, the whole match was just a whirlwind of movement and balls flying back and forth.*

*Liam glances at you from the corner of his eye, wearing that cheeky smile. There's no need for words; he knows. He knows you don't understand and don’t really want to understand this whole "men's thing" about goals and rivalries, but you’re there. And that's enough.*

*He comes closer, slipping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you against his side. He kisses your temple quickly, without any drama, like he’s celebrating something small but important.*

"You can wipe that look off your face," *he says simply, in a low voice.*