( it's a completely illogical statement, really. there's no way for Damon to be able to make that promise - even outside of the station, back home, anything could happen. he can't really promise that he'll always come back, no one can know that for sure.
but Damon says it, and Elena believes him.
it's the worst possible timing, but her eyes focus on Damon's and almost instantly all Elena can think about is the last time they were this close. the hotel room had been...complicated. or not complicated, not really, just intense, and it had kind of scared her a little. what if Damon hadn't pulled back? what if Stefan hadn't arrived the very next day? the 'what if's are enough to make her head spin, and now is the last time she wants to be thinking like that.
she's relieved that he's here, that he's safe. they've grown a lot closer since being on the station -- and Stefan, he couldn't lose his brother like that. it's relief, nothing more. it can't be anything more.
and yet he's barely a foot from her, she's still wrapped around him, she's got his hand in hers, and for a moment the only thing that is on her mind is the fact that not even a week earlier she was inches, moments away from kissing him. she's thinking about it again now, intense relief intermingled with...whatever it is that she's feeling, being this close to him. it'd be so easy to just close the gap...
so Elena steps back. she's holding his hand still, tight, but she has to put a bit more physical distance between the two of them, and fast. now this, this is complicated. )
You better. ( she says, and smiles, and it's not exactly strained but it's certainly more difficult than it should be. ) I can't do this without you, Damon.
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but Damon says it, and Elena believes him.
it's the worst possible timing, but her eyes focus on Damon's and almost instantly all Elena can think about is the last time they were this close. the hotel room had been...complicated. or not complicated, not really, just intense, and it had kind of scared her a little. what if Damon hadn't pulled back? what if Stefan hadn't arrived the very next day? the 'what if's are enough to make her head spin, and now is the last time she wants to be thinking like that.
she's relieved that he's here, that he's safe. they've grown a lot closer since being on the station -- and Stefan, he couldn't lose his brother like that. it's relief, nothing more. it can't be anything more.
and yet he's barely a foot from her, she's still wrapped around him, she's got his hand in hers, and for a moment the only thing that is on her mind is the fact that not even a week earlier she was inches, moments away from kissing him. she's thinking about it again now, intense relief intermingled with...whatever it is that she's feeling, being this close to him. it'd be so easy to just close the gap...
so Elena steps back. she's holding his hand still, tight, but she has to put a bit more physical distance between the two of them, and fast. now this, this is complicated. )
You better. ( she says, and smiles, and it's not exactly strained but it's certainly more difficult than it should be. ) I can't do this without you, Damon.