action;
[ Never mind, let's not take a break from the bromantic tension at all. Elena's face is one that is oh so aware of this. Raised brows and tilting head and all. She gestures at Damon with the direction of her gaze in response to that pointed eye roll: she gets it, Ric. She thinks. She realizes she might be operating from old or new information, but judging from Ric's attitude and everything Damon has done ever... She does.
And then she's sighing at this all, glancing between them. Obviously she's in the middle of this little love spat. Now how to get out of it. Welp, she guesses there's only one thing: ] Okay, let's get you a drink. There's a place in sector four you'll probably like.