[ The smoke clings to their clothes and skin as they walk in silence. The culprits may as well have signed their names on the door as they took off and the instinct to hunt them down immediately remains - but that he can only imagine that's the point. No, let them wait and wonder when that hammer will drop.
As they get closer to the center of the park he stops. Without looking he knows that she'll do the same. He had grudgingly allowed her the entire space of the dome to give him the silent treatment, he had expected that to last at least another few days. Even then it stuck at his pride to do what he considered giving in to what he considers her whims, and the empty time was spent fantasizing about explaining the truth that she didn't yet understand - only he can end this.
The scene never seems to continue beyond that last expression on her face. ]
Ring up one of your girls in the morning, choose the one with less connections. [ Someone whose odd behavior won't be noted. ] It seems we're in need of a flatmate. [ He doesn't look at her as he gives out his orders (doesn't bother asking if she'll even be looking for a place with him tomorrow). Here is the test - they tear each other apart from the inside, but the enemies from the outside will always bind them back together. He could almost thank the Salvatores for sparing him another week of that tangible silence. Almost. ]