He looked down, he could feel tension. "I'm sorry.. I'm messing up," he told her softly, moving her off his lap. "Maybe you should...just go home...yeah.." he said softly, biting his lip. "I'm so sorry.. I didn't mean to ruin tonight. You told me not to hide it...what I am. I was trying... Ugh.. I just.. I'm sorry." He turned away, running a hand through his hair.
"I'm not good enough for you, Brooke.. You should be happy with someone that's not a monster... Someone that you don't have to be a snack for, or be scared of.. You'll never forget those awful things I did to you. I'll never forget them.. I'm going to ask Elijah to take those memories from me, I don't want to remember what I was...what I did. It's eating me up inside. I hate myself a little more each day because of everything I did to you," he whispered, his voice cracking a little with emotion.
"You deserve so much more.. You shouldn't have to live with those memories, you shouldn't have to be with me. It's unfair to ask you to be with a monster.. I'm sorry, Brooke. Stefan will take them away if you chose to erase them." He sighed, shaking his head as more tears fell from his eyes over this girl.
"Please let yourself out," he told her softly, walking to his bedroom. He'd fix his bed in the tub, so he could crash.