action.
[ the wry, withering look she gives him in response is likely familiar. see, damon? not everything changes. elena steps inside the elevator first and tugs on the sleeves of her jumpsuit. she's honestly itching to get out of it. and really, it's not like she's eager to tell him everything he's missed. she's about to answer when - ]
Hey. [ she almost sounds indignant at being described as wrecked. ] Tell me how you really feel.
[ at the mention of food, her stomach (embarrassingly) grumbles again and elena closes her eyes. she won't even bother pretending now, but she gives him a warning look. not a word, salvatore. ] I'm really hungry. And everything I have to tell you - it can wait. It won't change anything.