action;
[Anything less bittersweet and he would've rolled his eyes, because. Seriously. He'd like to go a day that didn't have Elena apologizing for something. (Or giving him that really tolerant look he didn't deserve.) Except her face doesn't look tolerant, and the smile has him smile anyway. It's weird, having someone glad to see him. Never gets old.]
Don't. All right? Not your fault.
[Definitely not her fault. The blood on his hands? His. (Vampire blood, but blood nonetheless.) Along with the alcohol, the stakes, the bow. All his.] I'd rather be stuck in here with you, anyway.
[Someone's gotta make sure he doesn't stay passed out until 1 in the afternoon on a regular basis.]