The thing is, she wants to go in. He's not misreading anything. Maybe that's bad, maybe she's playing with fire and doing the very thing Damon's been trying to dissuade her from doing, falling into the life here as if those memories are real and mean something.

And yet, it feels real. The way she feels the need to reassure Poe that she does want to come inside feels real. The way it feels to try to figure out a way to get invited in is real. It's a cold splash of reality to the face. She's a vampire and that's not this place's truth but her own.

"No," she touches him arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. She thinks, she hopes, he knows she's a bad liar when it comes to her emotions, that he knows that when she says it, she means it, "I do want to come in." Please just say the words.