There’s something about the way the Damon and Elena look at each other, that says so much. Their looks mean something so much more than a simple look. Damon and Elena’s glances have the ability speak a thousand words; promises, professions of love, inside jokes all expressed in one look.
You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can’t learn anything from you, I can’t read in some fucking book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t want to do that, do you, sport? You’re terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.