action | lmao look i saw nothing!!
[ she swallows thickly as he lowers himself down to her eye level, never once looking away. the frown that he ultimately gives her doesn't stop the way her eyes sting with something all too bright and traitorous. she's good at charging forward, elena. good at pushing things aside and moving on because that's the only alternative, right? that's all she has. the one thing she can depend on when everything has been razed to the ground is the knowledge she will survive it. for better or worse. looking back on the massacre that is her past would do her no good.
but he is here and she is grateful for that in spite of herself, in spite of just how deeply unaware he remains of all the times she has regretted letting him into her life; all the times she tried to cut him out of her life afterward and it never worked. not even once.
damon was her best friend. she may not have expressed that yet, maybe never will, but it's likely telling she doesn't even consider not going with him.
(she doesn't want to be alone.)
she's about to say she's not hungry, but her stomach rumbles audibly. it's almost embarrassing. elena lets out a choked sound that's kind-of-laughter, kind-of-not. ] I could eat. [ she could also have a drink or several, truth be told. elena brings herself to her feet, ready to follow where he leads. ] Is it true everything's free? The clothes, the living spaces, the food.