"I don't want to talk about it right now." He tried to back away and nearly ended up falling over the couch, catching himself at the last moment. "It's called moving on. I'm not saying that it would have been easy, I'm just saying... in the long run, it would have been better for you." Cole wasn't in any mood to argue, so instead of pushing the subject further he kept his mouth shut and wondered how much Ileana would hate him if he called Stefan.
He shook his head firmly, ignoring the dizzy feeling that came with the motion. "Tackling me isn't going to help either. You can't make me stop thinking what I think, because it's right. You can't see it yet, but it is." Cole decided to try another tactic, wanting desperately to be alone so he could finish off the bottles under the sink and forget. "I just want to sleep, but I can't let myself do that while you're here. I promise I won't... fucking do anything terrible to myself, okay?"