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[ Compelled Jeremy. And then this. Can he hear the way her breath holds, continues shallowly? She forces it back to normal, glad he's not looking at her, shifting slightly and maybe nervously when he bends down to look at her leg. Come on, Elena, so not a priority here. She schools her expression, just in time to give him an expectant, waiting look when he mentions good and bad news. ]
You can't -? How? [ But maybe it's for the best. Why anger their frighteningly friendly prison wardens, right? ] So I should just stand here for two days? [ That's not going to happen, Damon.
Nyugh. She steels herself and sets her jaw as he stands, then damns herself for letting her eyes drop down. Glancing at his mouth a second too long is probably not a good idea. Isn't an idea at all. He clearly doesn't know. And maybe it's best if he doesn't. For her. For him. What difference would it make here? ] Yes, it's fine. Everything worked out fine. Jeremy [ because that's what they're talking about ] was already packing.