Liv finally started to calm down. At the time she thought she was making the best decision that she could. Except, perhaps, using the last of the cure on Major. It was selfish, for one, and the effects of the cure weren't completely known for another. Hope, zombie rat number one, had died after all. Zombie rat number two had only been cured for over twenty-four hours.
"Maybe The Birds?" Liv suggested softly. When she realized there were tears everywhere and her nose was threatening to run with it in a gross display of emotion, the zombie finally realized she needed to be more careful about not potentially infecting the scientist that could turn into a giant green monster. A zombie Hulk would be unfathomably destructive.
His apartment had a nearly identical layout to hers and she found his bathroom easily and washed up her face. What he said did make her feel better. And the offer of pizza and a movie after hugs was the desperate amount of normal that she needed.