He downed the rest of his coffee quickly and poured himself another. Maybe it would at least ease the pain in his head even if it tasted like crap. The thought of offering sugar and cream hadn't even occurred to him, really.
"I don't know what to do either," he admitted. "I don't think there's anything we can do unless you know a really powerful witch that could bring her back. And Bonnie's not here so." He sighed, leaning heavily against the counter. But at her next question it dawned on him that that wasn't what she meant.
Not even close. The breath hitched in his throat at her suggestion, his chest tightening. The thought of another funeral made him feel ill. Especially one for Elena. Caroline's faux funeral had been difficult too, but she'd actually been there and participated. "I don't..." He couldn't finish his sentence, just shook his head and shut his eyes.