Just so you know, Rebekah is going on a hunt.
Since she's still not talking to you because you're an ass I get to inform you.
I'm going over to hang out with Matt for a few hours. No stalking.
We're going for ice cream again because I need non-family drama time. And also just want you time. But this time lets make rootbeer floats but with alcohol in them.
[Filtered to friends/family: not Nik]
Well, this is an utterly charming Friday.
[Filtered to Stefan Salvatore]
Tell me I'm the one you want to be with, not Elena, not Katherine, me. Promise me you're not playing some long game against me, you're not trying to make me vulnerable, kill me and my family. Please, Stefan.
[Filtered to Lucifer]
And what, exactly, did you hope to achieve with this?
ETA: [Filtered to Bobby Singer]
I need a hunt. I need to kill something rather violently, I don't want to deal with a partner, I don't want to be slowed down, just give me something vicious I can rip apart.