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[ the words are there, on the tip of her tongue — some snapping retort about how it's rich for him to not want her to be upset when he's done so much to upset her himself — but they don't come. maybe it's the cold, maybe it's the way his arms are cradling her against him, maybe it's just the fact that in the face of being in a strange and unknown hellscape, comfort is better than being alone. ]

Stefan, I already lit two matches. [ and she saw him in one of them. how much worse could it get? ] What's it going to show me that's worse than those?

[ there are a lot of things that could be worse than stefan salvatore calling out to her, but when's caroline ever thought more than one step ahead? ]