Caroline had no clue what to do in regards to Matt at the moment. He seemed like he was barely holding on and it worried her. She didn't think there was much she could really do or offer him. She wasn't Elena and it was kind of obvious that was who he really needed at the moment. Not that Caroline wouldn't try her hardest to help him out, fumbling along the way, but he was her friend and she really did care about him. Maybe things had started off rocky with them in what seemed like a lifetime ago for her somedays, but she’d thought they’d only grown stronger ever since their break ups. And she’d always love him, though not in the same way she used to, but that didn’t mean she liked seeing him so broken.
Because that’s how he seemed to her at the moment. Reminding her of the shell she’d been those first few days after her father had decided not to transition. She gotten better since then and she didn’t doubt Matt would as well, but that would be weeks--months from right then and there was no way time would just jump until then for them. No matter how much they might want the healing process to speed up.
She hugged him as tight as she dared once she was inside, careful not to hurt him. “I guess it was silly of us to think we could actually stall time,” she murmured against him, unsure what else to say. When did anything ever really go in their favor?
Maybe that was the curse of Mystic Falls. Always to be knocked down when you were finally on top.
But no, that was pessimism talking, and Caroline had to believe things would turn out okay. Eventually. In like a century or something. "That we could maybe still hold onto some of those dreams from..." A few months back. Time really was weird now.