“I thought we had already established that I’m not most people,” she reminded, frowning at how closed off he was becoming. It was almost as if Caroline could see every wall he had springing up around him, walling him in so he couldn’t be hurt. And didn’t she understand walls? She had her own. Newer ones created over the last year from everything that had happened. From the torture she had endured.
If she thought that Stefan was broken then looking at Klaus, she was pretty sure he was shattered. She stepped toward him, pillow still clenched to her chest and stopped so she was a comfortable distance in front of him. Caroline reached out, placing a hand on his chest.
“I don’t think that,” she reiterated, offering a tiny smile. “But I do think you’re still an ass.”