Rebekah nodded too, her heart breaking slightly at the sadness she could see in her little brother, and hating herself slightly for being the one to put it there. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. If you have any questions at any other time, I'll always answer them honestly." She owed him that much at least, to be open with him.
She wanted to wrap her arms around him in a hug, but hesitated slightly, instead putting her hand on his back, an invitation if he wanted it.
"He is." She had a genuine smile at the thought of her husband. "We took a long time to get where we are, and things haven't always been easy, but we've made it work and I think we're stronger for coming through problems together. He's the love of my life." The only love she had had who hadn't chosen to leave her. Not like Alexander, not like Marcel. Stefan had been forced to leave, compelled by Klaus.