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[ She's felt so restless for a number of different reasons, and she keeps picking up her device, not sure who she's wanting to reach out to, who she wants to be reaching out to, so finally, she just addresses the network at large. ]

So, getting drunk for multiple days after you die. Par for the course, or just me?

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[ He does manage to get her to let out a laugh at that. ]

There's a massage therapist person here. She's nice, you should go see her.

[ This may not seem like it's helping, but it is. He is, because she's not thinking about what happened. ]

Or, you know. I'm a doctor.

[ The laugh is good, even if it doesn't last very long. It's a start. But that first suggestion? ]

No. [That...comes out a little fast and adamant. ]

And I'm fine. Nothing that just doesn't need more time.

You're not big on other people caring about you, are you?

[ It's not an accusation, and he can definitely argue the point. That's why she asked, but she's almost positive he's not a 'take care of me' type of person. ]

Liv.

[He sounds exhausted all of a sudden, what he'd been trying to hide.]

Safer for you if you don't.

Frank.

I can tell who - and what - is safe for me on my own.

[A long, heavy sigh. Because she's right,and he has to grant her that.]

You got enough to worry about right now.

Like what? I died, I'm back. What's there to worry about?

[ Is that flippancy in her tone? ]

You died.

You're back.

It sucked enough the first time.

[Oh, don't tell Frank your secrets because he will use them to call bullshit on you.]

Second time, but. Who's counting after one?

This place, for one.

And fucking stop that.

[ Liv huffs a little then shifts into a new position, curling her legs under her body. ]

Stop what? Accepting the reality of the situation? Why do you think you're too dangerous for me to be around? Here, I mean. In Wonderland.

It's just.

[Jesus. How the fuck does he explain this?]

Liv. You care about someone, you lose them. It hurts. When I die, here. I don't want you hurt. [Don't ask why it's a 'when' not an 'if'. ]

Don't assume I don't know how to cope with losing people. And I already care about you so now what?

[Liv, goddammit, it's supposed to work one way: he cares about you, and that's it. Stop being complicated. ]

Liv.

Fuck.

Just.

Don't do anything stupid. When I die.

Like what? Go crazy and sit next to your body until you wake up?

[ Or possibly try to kill the thing that killed him and also die wouldn't that be something. ]

I can decide for myself if you're worth caring about or not, and for the record, you are. You're not some weird anomaly who doesn't deserve human affection.

[ Just. ignore the fact she's a zombie. ]

[That other thing. Don't do that other thing. ]

When I die, just, you know, let it go. First time's one day, right?

[He's just going to tralalala ignore that second one, because yes he is.]

[ Liv stares at him without saying anything for a second. ]

You tell me, you're the one who knows for sure how long I was out.

And what does that even mean, 'let it go?' Who are you, Elsa?

Just...don't look into it.

[God, Frank, you are fucking up at comforting her after her death. The worst. The absolute worst.]

I think if something kills you in Wonderland it'll be pretty obvious what did it. This place doesn't really seem to work off of subtle hints.

[ She's gonna fight the thing. Whatever it is.

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Look. I don't want to come back and find you got yourself dead because of me.

[Arrive back from death, only to go on a guilt trip? Yeah, no.]

[ Liv lets out a soft breath and tilts her head to the side, letting the more rational part of her brain take over to imagine what that'd be like. If she'd woken up and he was dead because he'd done something reactive. ]

Is sitting with you until wake up still on the table?

[Frank only ever has reasonable logical points.]

Depends how bad it was. [Don't sit next to a pile of chopmeat, Liv. It's gross. ]

No one should have to wake up from the dead alone. No one. Please trust me on this.

[Goddammit, she's going to play that card? ]

Yeah. Okay. [Honestly he's a little afraid of how he'll be when he wakes up. What if he's...weepy?]

[ She died to earn that card so hell yeah, it's getting played. ]

It helped. That you were there. That I had someone. Even though I hit you in the face, I really am grateful, I promise.

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