"You say it out loud, it makes it real." Little as he may of literally understood the matters of the heart, Kol could understand the concept regardless. And something like that? Well, he'd spent his nine centuries in the living world running from anything remotely close to that. He was the over-indulgent sibling, virtually the polar opposite of Bekah in that respect because where she loved too easily, Kol moved from one conquest to the next without so much as a second thought. So the idea of how terrifying it would be to admit something like that? It wasn't lost on him. Add in his brother of all people? Well... there truly were no words to put that into any real perspective for anyone. "But you can tell him now. You... you and me, we're living on borrowed time, here, now... All we can do is...hope it works for the best. You, you tell him, Caroline. I don't care how scary it is or how against everyone else it is. You tell him everything. Because this? People don't get chances like this. Take it. Revel in it." And for God's sake, make his brother some level of sane again.
Kol shook his head, "No, he's not. I...someone's contained him somehow, I think. There were... a couple of different theories and ideas I don't even really know what ended up winning out. I tried, I swear I did, but I coudn't. One thing on top of another and--" This was quite possibly the closest Kol Mikaelson had ever been to the verge of anything quite resembling a breakdown. He wouldn't let it happen, though, not completey, kept cutting himself off, regrouping in his own mind. Very much looking as though he were mirroring Caroline, he stood and concentrated on breathing for a moment, breaths he didn't need but the even steadiness was in some way calming, helped keep him focused on something that wasn't the thousand and five thoughts running through his mind.
"Barely," he muttered in response to her comment about Stefan. "We have to go find him. There's too much on the line, Caroline, I-- you have to fix this. Please."