A lil' something I thought was missing from last week's episode.

She had assumed that he was fine. She had read his lack of reaction to the cure failing to mean that he was happy even, that the idea of being a zombie again filled his cold little heart with glee. He had acted like it at least, but then again he treated everything like a joke, even the death and destruction in his wake.

What she had never expected, was to find him drunk at her door, a few nights after breaking the news.

"What the hell Blaine?" He grinned at her, cocky as ever and pushed his way into her apartment on unsteady feet.

"I like what you've done to the place sister! Nice and homey" he said, twirling around the room before collapsing on her sofa. "Hey, do you have anything to drink?"

She sighed, slowly closing the door before turning to face him with a frown. She didn't have the patience for this, for him. "I think you've had more than enough already."

"I'm playing a game, see, trying to drink as much as possible before the taste buds go kaputski"

"You might drop dead first." Liv said dryly. She had meant it as a joke, but almost instantly something in his demeanor changed. His eyes lost focus and his shoulders slumped the slightest bit, like the last bit of life in him had been sucked out.

"A guy can dream"

Liv sighed and rolled her eyes, before grabbing a bottle of wine from the kitchen, and pouring a glass out for Blaine. Gilda always kept the pantry stocked, and Liv doubted she'd miss one bottle.

"Now, is there a reason you're in my apartment, or did you just come to raid my pantry?" She asked, handing over the glass and sitting herself down a comfortable distance away on the couch.

"How do you do It?" he asked after a moment of silence, his eyes fixed down on his glass as he swirled the red liquid round and round. "How do you live every day like you're so alive?" He glanced back up at her, but then quickly averted his eyes, taking her silence as cue to carry on. "You know I used to be a pretty big proponent of YOLO. You only live once so why not make the most of it? Stay high, fuck hard. Get what you want and screw the consequences. I used to think that was living" he snorted "and then I died and the rules changed. Everything became muted somehow, bland. I was bored. Which turned out to be pretty fucking catastrophic for just about everyone." He looked up sharply, narrowing his eyes, "Not that I regret any of it, mind you. But then I was human again, and I thought, now I'll make the most of it. Now I'll really live. Only now here I am, in the eleventh hour and I'm just as dead as I ever was."

Liv frowned, "I'm not sure what you're asking me."

"Forget it" he grumbled.

They were both silent for a moment, as he tended to his drink with greedy gulps, and her brain processed his words until something about them clicked. She took a breath to speak but hesitated, looking him over carefully. This was Blaine sitting here beside her, and while her nature urged her to say something to comfort him, she wasn't sure that she wanted to unburden her soul to him just yet. But the fact of the matter was, he had made her realize something that she hadn't before.

"Before I- before you turned me," she said, shuffling In her seat, "I was probably the furthest thing from YOLO that you can imagine. I took only one life to mean that I had to live a perfect one. Everything planned out to a T. No fun allowed. But... Then I turned, and in one instant everything that I had worked so hard for was ruined."

"Liv I-"

"No." She reached up a hand to hush him. "I thought my life was ruined, that it was over. I thought I had lost everything, and I was miserable because of it. But then I started working with Clive and I realized something. All of a sudden my life was filled with possibilities, some of which I never would of contemplated In a thousand years. And sometimes it can really suck, but sometimes it's intoxicating. And if I had never become a Zombie then I would of been stuck living the perfect, boring life that I had always wanted, instead of just experiencing life."

She had been avoiding his eye as she spoke, but once she finished she glanced over to him, surprised at the intensity of his stare. Somewhere during her speech he had moved closer, and now that she was aware of it, all she could feel was the pressure of his knee against her own, and the heat of his eyes on her face.

"So… me turning you was a gift?"

"That's not what I said."

He grinned, glancing down at her lips "Do I get a thank you?"

"You're drunk Blaine"

"And…?" he asked, leaning in to close the gap, and she panicked, standing up abruptly; sending him face first into the couch.

"And I'll go grab you a blanket, I'm not letting you out of here in this state."

She has assumed that he was fine. She had assumed that he was untouchable, immune to the disease of human emotion. And maybe it was the doctor inside of her, or worse still the romantic; who for a split second almost let him kiss her. Believing that maybe, just maybe, she could be the cure to all his sorrows. That she could fix the dead soul in front of her.

But by the next morning he was gone, the empty bottle the only evidence of his visit. Its weeks before she sees him again, and he's as cocky and annoying as ever, as if nothing had changed. But his eyes linger longer than usual, and his smile is softer somehow, and she thinks… maybe.., maybe something has.