"I'm sharing a whole damn pie with the best friend I have in this entire reality- not exactly a horrible experience," she reminded him.
"Actually not bad that way, long as you add some Tabasco and Worcestershire. New definition of Bloody Mary." She knew he was deflecting, but she wouldn't call him out on it- all Liv had to do was keep rounding the conversation back to the main point. It would take time, but time she had- and there really was no real alternative. They were doing this, and it was going to end well. No other option.
Then he finally opened up about what he'd seen on the show, and if Liv's heart still had the ability to beat, it would've stopped for him and Sam for a moment. She linked her arm under his again, holding on as she watched him tell the tale, her jaw tight and a long sigh falling her small shoulders.
"I'm so sorry...That's horrible-" She meant it- even if this woman he called his sister hadn't died where they could see and touch her body, she knew for a fact it was real enough for him, and it was soul-crushing. But she had to keep the focus. "...that's horrible for both of you." Liv didn't go on until she knew she had his attention, and that meant being locked in his eyes.