[Eventually, after she gets in the car with her father, Elena will text Stefan that Damon may be in a bad way, and it's probably a good idea to check on him. Stefan will consider calling, but given that it's Elena that's upset him, he knows a phone call probably isn't going to do it. So he leaves Buffy, briefly, on some kind of New Orleans ghost tour, and tracks down his brother.
It takes checking a few bars before he finds his brother, and he slides up onto the barstool next to him, glancing at his drink curiously.]
( Damon leaves his new phone on Do Not Disturb as he scrolls something meaningless.
He is still a creature of habit, so he find somewhere to drown his sorrows. He compels himself the entire bottle, knowing witches are in the quarter, and that he's taking a chance. And if it gets his ass kicked.
Maybe he deserves it.
His ass isn't kicked, though. And he gets the bottle, a glass, and some kind of free appetizer he doesn't touch.
His brother finds him easily. He lifts the bottle, not turning. )
( He picked a fight with her. He excavated meaning behind the end of their relationship. He tried to say goodbye. )
You know I've never been good with goodbyes, Brother. I made it her problem. ( He makes a face, deciding to be honest. ) StepKlaus took me on as a client. That's right. I'm going into therapy.
I know, what is wrong with me. ( He tips some of his whiskey back. ) Guess I have a front row seat to finding out. How'd you do it. How'd you leave her behind.
[It put a pretty definitive nail in the coffin, in Stefan's mind. And yes, they worked their way back to being friends again, and he will always care about her happiness, but he doesn't need that happiness to be provided by him.]
She told me what she wanted, so I moved on. I'm not saying it was easy. I was pretty pissed for a while. But eventually I met someone new.
[He pauses, considering.]
If I'm honest, brother, moving on hasn't always been your strong suit.
[Which is not his fault, necessarily. Katherine fucked with both of their heads. But if there's something Damon is known for, it's trying to reclaim things he's lost.]
[Stefan nods, because what do you say to that? Stefan hadn't expected Elena's reasons to change, especially not after a decade. But he can see now that his brother was holding on to some kind of hope.]
At least you finally got it all out there.
[And now, hopefully, Damon will be able to move on.
But for now, Damon needs a distraction, and distraction Stefan is willing to provide, taking the bottle and his glass and sliding off the stool.]
( And unless we need more from these two, I think we can call a wrap on a messier night with the Salvatores that only ends once in blood. "He shouldn't have been in the way, Stefan!" )
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It takes checking a few bars before he finds his brother, and he slides up onto the barstool next to him, glancing at his drink curiously.]
What are we drinking?
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He is still a creature of habit, so he find somewhere to drown his sorrows. He compels himself the entire bottle, knowing witches are in the quarter, and that he's taking a chance. And if it gets his ass kicked.
Maybe he deserves it.
His ass isn't kicked, though. And he gets the bottle, a glass, and some kind of free appetizer he doesn't touch.
His brother finds him easily. He lifts the bottle, not turning. )
Blanton's.
( For now. )
How'd you find me?
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Not a lot of bars in the Quarter. I tried a couple until I found you.
[He figured Damon wouldn't answer his phone, but he's not about to outright say that.]
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( The L pops out of his mouth, tongue flicking against his upper teeth, feeling every signal. )
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[He takes a sip of the drink and reaches for some of the abandoned appetizer, popping it in his mouth.]
She didn't tell me why though.
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You know I've never been good with goodbyes, Brother. I made it her problem. ( He makes a face, deciding to be honest. ) StepKlaus took me on as a client. That's right. I'm going into therapy.
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[Stefan does not bother to hide his surprise, because, well, it's Damon. It would probably be disingenuous if he wasn't surprised.]
That's a surprisingly healthy decision for you.
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[It put a pretty definitive nail in the coffin, in Stefan's mind. And yes, they worked their way back to being friends again, and he will always care about her happiness, but he doesn't need that happiness to be provided by him.]
She told me what she wanted, so I moved on. I'm not saying it was easy. I was pretty pissed for a while. But eventually I met someone new.
[He pauses, considering.]
If I'm honest, brother, moving on hasn't always been your strong suit.
[Which is not his fault, necessarily. Katherine fucked with both of their heads. But if there's something Damon is known for, it's trying to reclaim things he's lost.]
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Except, Stefan, I know where Elena was after all these years. I even thought we became friends.
( It feels like a smokescreen, in hindsight. His snide, yet witty remarks. Like he was biding his time. Like she was going to come back. )
She moved back. We were copacetic.
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And you feel like you no longer are?
[Elena really did tell him nothing, you're going to have to elaborate for him, Damon.]
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( He shrugs it out. It's simple. And it took this conversation to get him to see it. )
I stayed loyal. ( Not including Krystal with a K. ) Waited out her curse. Got her back. And then, she changed. I knew it. She knew it. I ignored it.
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And I'm guessing her running off to play house with someone else in Kansas pushed you over the edge?
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( Half. )
Don't worry, brother. She got a few good licks in, too.
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[Elena isn't really one to take things lying down, at least not anymore.]
Did you get the answers you were looking for?
[Maybe not answers he liked, but answers all the same.]
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( He speaks into the echo of his glass, before drowning himself in it and pouring another generous helping. )
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At least you finally got it all out there.
[And now, hopefully, Damon will be able to move on.
But for now, Damon needs a distraction, and distraction Stefan is willing to provide, taking the bottle and his glass and sliding off the stool.]
C'mon. I'm in the mood for darts.
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( And unless we need more from these two, I think we can call a wrap on a messier night with the Salvatores that only ends once in blood. "He shouldn't have been in the way, Stefan!" )
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