❝ yeah but, ❞ she sighs, shoulders slumping forward. he looks...defeated. which is worse than the alternatives, somehow. if he were pissed, or gutted, or even blindsided, it would be easier. because those are logical. any guy would feel any of those things in this kind of scenario. except...he had time to prepare. elena didn’t just wake up one day and make her choice. it was a gradual process. a slow descent into the epic mistake she’s making. ( but she’s biased. she’ll always be team stefan over team damon. ) ❝ doesn’t mean it can’t still suck. ❞ her voice is soft, head tilting ever so slightly to the side as she looks at him, concern knitted in her brow. ❝ you’re allowed to be pissed, you know. i’m not gonna judge you. and it’s not gonna ruin your...saint salvatore ‘world’s most stand-up guy’ reputation. ❞