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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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[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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Edited (oh my god grammar) 2017-10-17 01:47 (UTC)

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.

[Mean.]

You didn't hit me on purpose. [But that brings up a good point.] If you do it, for me, make sure I'm fucking unarmed when I come to.

[It is not beyond Frank to come back to life and kill the shit out of the first thing he sees, admit it.]

[ Okay, that's probably true. ]

I will. But maybe you'll wake up more...peacefully than I did. I was caught up in something pretty specific when I died. I was still trying to fight that...thing in my head.

Don't take that kind of a chance on a goddam 'maybe'. You make sure I'm unarmed.

Maybe tie me up or something. Keep everyone else away.

What? I'll make sure you're unarmed, I'll even get you to one of our rooms, but I'm not tying you up.

[ She's not afraid of you, Frank. ]

Why the fuck not? [Seems like a weird line to draw, on an entirely reasonable precaution.]

Because why would I? Unless you happened to plunge a knife into my brain - which you won't because I disarmed you - nothing you could do would hurt me permanently. And, just like my hitting you was an accident, you'd get a 'just returned from the dead' pass.

That should work both ways.

[Goddammit.]

Am I ever going to win an argument with you?

I kind of feel accomplished because you basically just admitted I won.

[ He's pulled a grin out of her at that admission, too. ]

Shit.

[He's going to contemplate banging his head into a wall. But he's also laughing. ]

You won THIS round. One.

[He ain't going down that easy.]

[ Liv laughs too, utterly delighted by this turn of events. Then, she holds up her bottle. It's the same one from the roof, they didn't quite finish it, and she shakes it a little. ]

There's still enough here to share.

You sure you want company?

Well, not just anyone's, but yeah. I do.

Your room, or mine?

[And it's not till he says the words that he realizes...yeah. That sounds like something.]

Just thought maybe you'd want privacy.

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