[ Ever again is left unsaid. It's probably not comforting to have a new stalker upon wake-up, but it's a silent promise to be there in the other room. He's going to make sure she doesn't fall into a mystical coma, doesn't fall into the wrong hands, doesn't almost die. He won't call it hovering, he is not a parent (not that any parents in Mystic Falls were helicopter parents), but he will be there, every step of the way. Especially in these next few weeks, if memories work like clockwork. ]
There're a few. Come on. Let's find you a locker room. This won't be the first time I've taken you shopping. [ Or stolen something for her. A joke on one of those dates as they walked out with a hat Elena was wearing. A harmless crime. It doesn't occur to him that memories could be converging again. Or, if they're real memories. Or, just notions. It is a victimless crime.
Taking her by the hand, he leads her back from the lobby into the recesses of the hospital, pushing through the 'authorized personnel only' door, moving past the ER, passing a few open rooms down one hall and then on the opposite wall. It's near the elevator and the handle pulls down like he remembers. There's no locker combination, just an unspoken promise that people won't steal. Or, maybe that they won't need to.
Holding the door open, he waits for Elena to make her way inside. The light shines only in the back left corner, Damon moving to the first row. ]
Broke these two locks last week. Guess they keep their stuff in their car now. [ He passes a third locker, his lucky charm last night before finding a fourth, hand going to the lock. He hesitates, looking back at her. ] You may have more questions after this. [ But he yanks anyway, breaking the pad lock easily, the locker swinging open. He pulls out a sleeveless dark blue velvet dress that looks about Elena's size, holding it out to her. ] Table whatever reaction you're having right now, it's your size and it covers your ass.
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[ Ever again is left unsaid. It's probably not comforting to have a new stalker upon wake-up, but it's a silent promise to be there in the other room. He's going to make sure she doesn't fall into a mystical coma, doesn't fall into the wrong hands, doesn't almost die. He won't call it hovering, he is not a parent (not that any parents in Mystic Falls were helicopter parents), but he will be there, every step of the way. Especially in these next few weeks, if memories work like clockwork. ]
There're a few. Come on. Let's find you a locker room. This won't be the first time I've taken you shopping. [ Or stolen something for her. A joke on one of those dates as they walked out with a hat Elena was wearing. A harmless crime. It doesn't occur to him that memories could be converging again. Or, if they're real memories. Or, just notions. It is a victimless crime.
Taking her by the hand, he leads her back from the lobby into the recesses of the hospital, pushing through the 'authorized personnel only' door, moving past the ER, passing a few open rooms down one hall and then on the opposite wall. It's near the elevator and the handle pulls down like he remembers. There's no locker combination, just an unspoken promise that people won't steal. Or, maybe that they won't need to.
Holding the door open, he waits for Elena to make her way inside. The light shines only in the back left corner, Damon moving to the first row. ]
Broke these two locks last week. Guess they keep their stuff in their car now. [ He passes a third locker, his lucky charm last night before finding a fourth, hand going to the lock. He hesitates, looking back at her. ] You may have more questions after this. [ But he yanks anyway, breaking the pad lock easily, the locker swinging open. He pulls out a sleeveless dark blue velvet dress that looks about Elena's size, holding it out to her. ] Table whatever reaction you're having right now, it's your size and it covers your ass.