I've already told you that's not the case. [Of course, he knows he's done plenty since then to make her believe otherwise. Not everything was as black and white for others as it was for him.] There's a substantial difference between being weary and not being invested.
Yeah, you told me but you don't exactly make me believe it with the stuff you do. [Because he's definitely right in thinking that he's done plenty to warrant her feeling the way she does. She doesn't feel unjustified about that at least. She glances over her shoulder at him, suddenly feeling exhausted.] So which are you? Weary or not invested?
Weary. [Even more so now, after all of this. His throat is dry, his voice as weak as he currently felt. He knew this conversation was bound to take place eventually, he just didn't know it would be tonight. Damon turns over, his back to her once he speaks again.] I'd be surprised if you didn't feel the same.
I'm not weary. [She felt the bed shift as he turned and for a moment she figured he was moving to leave again. With the way he voiced sounded, she figured he wouldn't stick around much longer. But when he doesn't leave, she clarified--] I'm frustrated. I want to be with you but you make it hard. And I know I'm not exactly a picnic. I just don't know why you're so determined that this won't work, giving up before we even try. [She knew he'd been hurt in the past but she wasn't Elena or Katherine. And she was tired of trying to make up for the way they treated him.] I know you think we're 'in over our heads' but I want you to just give me a chance.
And if I do-- if I go against my better judgment and allow this to occur, will you be happy? [Because despite how it may seem, it was a genuine concern. He could adjust no matter what came of them. It would be difficult, he wasn't sugar-coating that, but it would be possible. He had dealt with far worse.]
[His wording felt... off. And she didn't like it. It felt like he was being sentenced to some punishment.] Not if it makes you miserable. [Because if the person you're with is miserable, then how can you be even close to happy?]
Then yes. It'd make me happy. [And with a little bit of hesitation, she moves to roll back over, molding herself to his back a little, as her hands smooth up and down his back] I just... want you to be happy for once.
[He breathes a small sigh of relief, a decent amount of tension seeming to leave his body. It was difficult for him to deny how right she felt beside him. Despite all doubts, this realization alone gave him the slightest bit of hope.] I think I could be. [Damon hesitates, his breath stilling.] If I'd just allow myself to be.
[The relief he feels because the press of her body is the same she feels at the sound of those words. She knows that admission is significant. She presses a soft, lingering kiss to the back of his neck] Well I hope that you can.
[Damon reaches for her hand, pulling it around his body and to his mouth, lips pressing gently against her knuckles.] I'm sorry. [For many things. Too many, if he were to be honest with himself. While at one time he knew he was the sole cause of her pain, that was the last thing he wanted now.]
[She's happy to let him take her hand, pulling it to his lips. Her eyes close and she presses her face into his neck, just breathing him in. When he apologized she didn't belittle it by telling him he didn't need to say sorry or that it was okay. She took the apology and tucked it in her heart, her voice soft against his hair.] Thank you. [She exhaled softly before she returned those words] I'm sorry too. [Sorry for being high-strung, moody, needy, and confusing.]
[Caroline truly had nothing to be sorry for. She was the way that she was, and yes, at times it was far from easy to deal with her, but she wasn't in the wrong. Still, he accepts her apology in the same way she accepted his. As he did so, he began to feel strange about having his back to her, despite how good it felt to have her so close. Releasing her hand, he turns over to face her, and it's in that moment that he realizes how beautiful she truly is. Not solely because of her looks, although it was undeniable on that front, but because of who she was and what she had grown to mean to him. He once believed so entirely that Elena had been the one to save him, to pull him out of the hole that Katherine had dug for him. Looking at it now, however, he sees just how unfair of a belief it was. To her, and to himself as well. He had begun to dig himself out of that hole, and given the chance, maybe Caroline could help him emerge fully. Maybe he could help her do the same
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[When he rolled to face her, she was eager to look him in the eyes, to see his face, just to see him. And the moment he was facing her, she smiled, a soft, supportive sort of smile. Because she was supportive of him, she wanted to help him like he was starting to help her, to get themselves out of that hole, so to speak. It was something they both needed to do on their own but it didn't mean that they couldn't help each other a little along the way.
Leaning into that touch a little, her smile widened a little more at his words.] Me too. [She turned her head to kiss his palm softly before she murmured--] I'm glad I'm here. With you.
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Leaning into that touch a little, her smile widened a little more at his words.] Me too. [She turned her head to kiss his palm softly before she murmured--] I'm glad I'm here. With you.
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