Kol stood there, watching her for a long moment before she finally spoke and he nodded, "Yeah," he said, voice still a bit uncertain as he slipped inside the stall. "You're real. Or...we're sharing a hallucination. But mostly I think you're just real." That was just so very like Kol, even in a moment that should be so completely serious, he had to make a joke, even a terrible one, because it was just how he dealt with things.
"Hey," he said, crouching down next to her, balancing himself quite easily and steadily on the toe of his shoes. He wasn't sure what to do, here. Crying females were not his specialty. The only one of those he knew properly how to handle was his sister and, well... maybe Caroline wasn't so different than Rebekah in that regard. "Look," his eyes were locked on her, but his hand reached over, took hers and laced their fingers, squeezing hard enough he knew she'd have to feel it. "You feel that, yeah? So do I. You're real."
After a moment, he let go of her hand and sat down in front of her, not all that sure what to say at this point. There were tons of things he could have asked her, but at least ninety percent of them weren't even remotely appropriate right now. And-- Oh, God. The things he had to tell her. Where was he even supposed to start? He couldn't do this. She was already broken, further than he would have ever expected to see her, and he couldn't further that brokenness. He couldn't find the words. So instead, he just sat there and waited for her to speak.