Caroline picked the Cheeze-Its box back up, snagging a few more to eat before nodding. “I know.” There may have been a rocky patch for them when he’d been pretending not to know she was a vampire, but Matt had been on Caroline’s list of go-to people for awhile and she wasn’t about to scratch him off anytime soon. This talk only sealed his name onto the list. “Same goes for you. With me. About anything.”
Because he deserved at least that much. Having been thrown into all the supernatural hocus pocus and still keeping a level head meant that Matt probably had a good head on his shoulders but that didn’t discount that his life was full of insanity and he wouldn’t need to talk about it sometimes. Throw in an impending Apocalypse, and Caroline meant to make sure she was there for her friends more than ever. If she had anything to say about it, Matt was going to live for at least another seventy-years. Grow old, get married, have kids. The whole nine yards. Whatever he wanted, because that’s what he deserved.
“I’ll even do the whole listen thing and not interrupt when you’re speaking,” she added, grinning. They both knew how hard that could be for her to do at times.