"Fine, Val. I'm not fine. Everything is pretty *squee!*ty right now and I constantly miss you." *** "You're dead."
He seemed surprisingly despondent, as if he didn't believe her. "I don't know what to say." *** "No kisses for you."
She folded her arms, looking down at the linoleum floor. "Me neither. Is it going to be like this forever, do you think?" ** * "Well, see, that's a problem, because I'm holding you hostage."
"I don't know, Val.." He raised his hand to his hand, wincing slightly. "I don't know." *** "You can't because you're dead."
She noticed and frowned, stepping forward. "Do you need anything? Painkillers or something?" * * * "Eh. Sue me."
She sat back down again, tugging at her fingers nervously. 'Right. Right." * * * "No. You can't make me."
He sighed, closing his eyes. "You can leave, Val. I might just sleep.." *** She sat up, raising an eyebrow.
"I'll stay," she said stubbornly. "Go ahead and sleep, though. I'll be here." ** * He reached up and pulled her back down gently. "You gotta stay with me."
She took it gently, not meeting his gaze. "Sleep, Landon. I'll be here when you wake up." *** "Although, Nugget does need a collar..."
She waited patiently for him to fall asleep, looking down at the floor as her thumb drew circles on the back of his hand. * * * "Maybe I need to be resurrected."
She took a deep breath and kissed the back of his hand before pulling the chair closer and resting her forehead on their intertwined fingers, closing her eyes for a moment. * * * "I don't know. What do you think?"
