action.
[ elena and matt have something of that in common. and elena gets it, she does, why he'd build a wall. she's almost glad for it. it keeps him safe, out od the middle of things, where she's not sure she could stand him being. (matt has value to her, not just as a friend, as family, but as the last human connection to her world. to who she was. elena is never unsure of who or what she is when she's with matt. or maybe it's just easier not to be; he believes in her, sees her in ways no one else does or can or even wants to.)
she smiles at the request. ] Actually, I think we do have something. [ she sidles up to the bar a few feet away, her hand still lightly against his arm to guide him. sam merlotte's not here at the moment; a bot mans his post.
in true damon fashion, elena merely reaches over to grab a bottle of something and a couple of glasses. ]