He worried that, if he approached her, he would lose himself to the wrath of the undead. She was everything to him and he didn't want to do anything that would regret... even more than what he had already done. He reasoned with himself that this was Liv, an experienced member of his kind and she could protect herself. Still, he feared that even moving an inch would motivate him to strike, so he remained there in the shadows.
"Liv, I don't know what to do," his voice trembled with each breath. "I can't... control myself."