this is strange, but just roll with it, everything has good reason, right. and he sure does have a right to be proud on the big night. it took a lot of work, and a lot of thought, and finally it was finished. and he was glad. now the real games would begin. so. his arm was around her. it’s nothing. think nothing of it. a moment of casualness to go with the ever growing pride. fine. it’s whatever. hopefully that doesn’t worry her too much. it’s nothing at all.
❝ so? what’s the word? ❞ and that’s directed at stefan this time, from across the table. once he takes his arm away from rory, not even a word spoken, he leans over the table, an eyebrow raised. don’t miss the fact every few seconds he’s glancing over and behind and away and someone else, looking for eden. cece is somewhere with that new friend of her’s and for the first time in probably an eternity he’s not worried about her.
