She offered him a small grin in return, pleased he was doing okay. Worrying seemed to be something they would all be doing no matter which universe they were in, but at least here Matt was getting another chance with Vicki. Caroline just hoped that would turn out okay. Being a vampire wasn’t exactly a picnic, even if some of the benefits were nice, some of them kind of sucked.
She’d known the line of questioning would come back to her and the pretense of going on about school plans, the talent show, maybe a trip to London and her job was right there on the tip of her tongue, but Caroline couldn’t go through with it. Wasn’t she all about pushing honesty? If she wanted it from everyone else then it stood to reason she should be expected to give it to her friends.
“I’m.” God, why wasn’t there any alcohol? It would make this conversation so much easier. Though, maybe it was good that it wouldn’t be easy to get the words to come out. “Works good. Planning stuff is good. All color coded and floor plans ready and the whole nine yards which I think Rose is looking at me like I have three heads because of how meticulous I’m getting with it, but.”
She bit her lip, mulling over how to spit it out, which was difficult because she wasn’t even sure what she was really feeling aside from confused. “I’m afraid you’re going to hate me. You, Elena. Stefan. God, Jenna and Jeremy.” Damon probably too, but she really didn’t care about him. “And I don’t want you to hate me, Matty.”