Lizzie didn't know what more to say to JJ. There were only so many times you could utter the words 'I'm sorry', and 'It's going to be okay' before they sounded fake and insincere. What he needed was time, and she was prepared to give him all the time in the world, but with each second that passed with him in this fragile, depressed state, it killed her a little more inside. There was something to torturous about seeing the ones you loved in extended agonising pain and being unable to do anything about it.
She would much rather be out there on the streets with him, fighting the clickers than sat inside this room all day. At least out there she could actively protect him, get a swipe in here, and a stab in there, keep him safe. Physical danger was avoidable, she stood a chance at besting it
