Bruce walked with Liv slowly, each step to match her pace so they could move side by side down the sidewalk. The night breeze was welcoming and giving and Bruce was glad for it. It was cleansing.
When Liv was done talking, Bruce nodded. He knew what she was talking about to some extent, he couldn't relate to the zombie stuff, but he did know what it was like to feel he way she did. Like she was undeserving of good things and that she was a bad person. "Even good people do bad things sometimes. I know I do. The worst part is that I usually can't remember any of those things. I know that every time I change, people accidentally get hurt or die and j can't do anything to stop it from happening. You're not a bad person, Liv. You care, and that's why you made those decisions." He wasn't sure it would vouch for much, but he had to believe his own words.