The group looked at one another in surprise, then back at Liam, studying his expression as if trying to work out exactly what he was thinking.
Because in all the time they had known him, through every announcement and every livestream and every impossible thing Nova had done, Liam had never once put himself in front of a camera by choice.
He has always either let Lucy speak through the announcements, as he stayed, deliberately, in the background of his own empire.
And now he was telling them to livestream, while also taking himself out of the hosting chair in the same breath.
"Hold on," Matt said slowly, the pieces turning behind his eyes. "You want us to host a livestream. From the F1 final. With you there."
"Not at the livestream. I mean here, on Callisto," Liam replied.
The silence that followed was total.
