action.
[ That causes Damon to slow his steps, allowing Elena to catch up. They walk side by side for a bit in silence. His initial and immediate reaction had been to scoff at the mention of someone being his friend, but he reminds himself that Elena knows things about the future. She's years older.
He can choose to trust what she tells him or ignore it altogether. But he can't ignore it. He wants to know what she knows. ]
We haven't really spoken much. [ He'd been busy with renovating his apartment and building his secret weapons room. ] But she seems nice. [ He still can't imagine how she could be his friend. "Friend" (with benefits) maybe, but not... more than that. ]
I gotta admit, Elena. I'm almost afraid you're going to tell me I've turned into some old, sappy, polite, pathetic, needy pushover with carebear feelings who spends his days making friendship bracelets for his BFFs.