Elijah sighed heavily into the phone, which caused Caroline to immediately turn apologetic. “I know, I know. I broke like a commandment ‘thou shalt not speak ill of the mother of your brother’s hellspawn' or something, but I'm sorry, I just don't like her.”
"Which I realize Caroline," And she could hear the note of long-suffering patience in his voice the same as every other time they spoke of She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, "but you do remember that neither of them wanted this."
"Well if neither of them wanted this, then one of them should’ve thought to wear a condom."
"Fine. I’m dropping it. I don’t want to talk about them anyway." And now it was her turn to sigh as though she was under all the weight of the world. "Tell me something else. Tell me what you’ve been doing? You always tell me about everyone else, and I don’t care about them, or listen to me complain about everything under the sun, like Elena’s amazing ability to use up all the hot water, every time, but you never talk to me about you. I wanna know how you’re doing. I don’t care about anyone else.”