@herowitch asked
↳ ⸻ knock - knock .... can i come in ?
there weren't many people he felt like indulging today. that heart-split , stomach-sick feeling he'd been nursing since may had made a more permanent home in him ----- festered and rotted until he was rife with infection. take the antibiotics , excise the wound , but , god , it came back ..... it always came back. he could've lived with it ( or preferably died with it ) if they could only stop fucking hovering ..... he'd already readied himself to launch the pillow at elena or stefan ( whichever had assigned themself babysitting duty today ) when bonnie's voice cut through fog of self-induced isolation. see , the thing about bonnie was he actually liked her. she occupied that soft part of his heart reserved exclusively for the girls he'd grown up trailing behind .... the ones going through hell right now. he couldn't bring himself to be another absorbed prick wallowing in his own bullshit while she was hung out to dry. maybe to someone else , but not to her. a sigh. he dropped the pillow. turned down sweet spine and opened the door open. " hey. " the door swung open. he gestured for her to come inside. " you okay ?? "
she's known jeremy forever. his sister might be the one she spends most of her time with, for better or worse, but he's been stamped clear across her heart just the same. so it isn't exclusively for elena's sake that she's seeing him now, or that relief presses heavily into her marrow as he lets her in. offers a small attempt at a smile as she slips by, lets her bag slide down her arm and rests it on top of his desk to let them both know she's sticking around for longer than a minute. "not really?" offers him a roll of her eyes, good-natured, a reminder to them both that the i'm fines or the don't worry about its are wasted breath in the space between them. she'd rather meet him somewhere ugly, somewhere honest. "going through the motions. i kind of feel like i'm trapped inside one of your video games, and i'm definitely not the one with the controller."
bonnie perches on the very edge of his bed, expels a long breath, does her best not to glance around his room for any bongs or lighters or much worse, thanks. doesn't want to know any more than elena or jenna have already jumped all over him for. "what about you?" gazes up at him, steady, voice soft like she's already keeping a secret she hasn't yet heard. "how are you?"

















