[ In hindsight, everything Elena has said should point to her not being Elena. Her tone, her edge she hasn't lost, but Damon, too, was on edge when he'd woken up. ]
I think if you're incompetent enough to let all these patients wander around, you should expect the clothes you wore to work to be taken. Why else leave nothing behind? Maybe it's a hospital-wide fetish, seeing us in their clothes. It's like getting in their pants. [ He says that as they walk, leaning his head in, that playful dynamic kicking back in.
Her own explanation leaves little to explain. If she asks, they're in private now. But, this is easier. If she were a vampire, now, then he'd have no choice. But, vampire 101 went so well the first time around. ] Sure. Shoddy locksmanship.
[ He doesn't zero in on her syntax, her choice in words. Another zero for Damon Salvatore.
Modesty does not Damon Salvatore make, or speak, but he knows when to be modest. And, polite. Sure, he'll stand in front of you, bare-assed with not stitch of clothing on because he can. But, Elena isn't herself, and maybe she's comfortable or she just wants to be covered up, but either way, Damon turns around, closes the door behind them and faces it.
Hearing the dress slip over her, when she speaks he looks back, turning around. ]
Whatever you want to talk about. [ They're alone. He does walk back into the room, glancing into the broken locker. Well, the latest broken locker. :') He leans over, pulling out a pair of - ] Black boots? They really pull together your ensemble. Very 90's. [ He holds them out, offering them with a smirk. ] I was barefoot all day. [ And he wouldn't want her to be. If she takes them, he sits on the nearby bench, straddling it, if not, he sets them aside, again, still sitting. ] You and me. We can sit here as long as you want. I will have to tell Stefan, eventually, but it's not like he's going anywhere. That's probably where we should start. None of us can go anywhere.
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I think if you're incompetent enough to let all these patients wander around, you should expect the clothes you wore to work to be taken. Why else leave nothing behind? Maybe it's a hospital-wide fetish, seeing us in their clothes. It's like getting in their pants. [ He says that as they walk, leaning his head in, that playful dynamic kicking back in.
Her own explanation leaves little to explain. If she asks, they're in private now. But, this is easier. If she were a vampire, now, then he'd have no choice. But, vampire 101 went so well the first time around. ] Sure. Shoddy locksmanship.
[ He doesn't zero in on her syntax, her choice in words. Another zero for Damon Salvatore.
Modesty does not Damon Salvatore make, or speak, but he knows when to be modest. And, polite. Sure, he'll stand in front of you, bare-assed with not stitch of clothing on because he can. But, Elena isn't herself, and maybe she's comfortable or she just wants to be covered up, but either way, Damon turns around, closes the door behind them and faces it.
Hearing the dress slip over her, when she speaks he looks back, turning around. ]
Whatever you want to talk about. [ They're alone. He does walk back into the room, glancing into the broken locker. Well, the latest broken locker. :') He leans over, pulling out a pair of - ] Black boots? They really pull together your ensemble. Very 90's. [ He holds them out, offering them with a smirk. ] I was barefoot all day. [ And he wouldn't want her to be. If she takes them, he sits on the nearby bench, straddling it, if not, he sets them aside, again, still sitting. ] You and me. We can sit here as long as you want. I will have to tell Stefan, eventually, but it's not like he's going anywhere. That's probably where we should start. None of us can go anywhere.