"What?" the word was jerked out of his mouth as his head snapped up, confronted with his eldest brother. Was he doing all right? Well, wasn't that just a loaded question. How did he answer that? Kol wasn't sure. He wasn't sure if he was all right. Or if he was losing grip. Or what the hell else his other options may be at this point. "Yeah, fine," he mumbled quickly, in hopes of brushing the topic off. "M'always fine, you know that, Elijah."
"Where're you headed, then?" He asked, assuming he was headed to the stables, but at this point Kol would grasp at anything for passing conversation, just to avoid what was truly on his mind. "I was just headed back to the house, to--" To what? To think? To be incredibly Salvatore and brood? "well, I don't actually know what I'm going to do, haven't planned that far ahead yet." Not that Kol ever truly planned anything. That was completely beside the point.