[ He could have barged right in and Elena wouldn't have been the least bit bothered by it. Shiro is family, and family has the right to do all the barging they need. Still, she appreciates the 'knock' and immediately responds with warm affection. ]
[No -- this isn't something he's got to yell about. This is more personal. He hesitates, but it's with the sense of a smile. Something tired, though. After everything that happened, how can it not be?]
(I needed to thank you for what you did.) [Shifting weight. Vague uncertainty.] (And apologize for... well.)
(You don't need to apologize for anything, Shiro. If it had been Damon who was hurt, I'd have snapped like that too.)
[ Literally. He's not the only one who can get angry and destructive, though that side of her hasn't come out much yet. Regardless, she's not the least bit upset with him for what happened, which she makes quite clear to him. Only love and affection is pushed in his direction, and that's all he's going to get from her. ]
[He believes her when she says it's all right, that there's no harm done. He can't not. Not after they'd first met. When they had that connection, knowing there was something coldly alike in them both.]
[But he still has to. He should have been more in control of himself. That's... what he needs to be, isn't it?]
[ They really are like two sides of the same coin, aren't they? Both so worried about being strong and in control, both having to take care of everyone but themselves. Being around Shiro makes Elena realize more about herself, as well as making her more certain than ever that she needs to look after him. ]
(Well, so long as you do believe me.) [ It's probably the best she can ask for, really. ] (How are you doing, otherwise?)
[And she would, too. That connection that makes them click, the thing in his head threatening to rear its head whenever his control slips, the thing in hers like dark water, makes it hard to keep anything from her. Not on a level like this.]
[... which also makes her question more difficult to answer.]
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( Always. What's on your mind? )
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(I needed to thank you for what you did.) [Shifting weight. Vague uncertainty.] (And apologize for... well.)
(Literally snapping at you there.)
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[ Literally. He's not the only one who can get angry and destructive, though that side of her hasn't come out much yet. Regardless, she's not the least bit upset with him for what happened, which she makes quite clear to him. Only love and affection is pushed in his direction, and that's all he's going to get from her. ]
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[He believes her when she says it's all right, that there's no harm done. He can't not. Not after they'd first met. When they had that connection, knowing there was something coldly alike in them both.]
[But he still has to. He should have been more in control of himself. That's... what he needs to be, isn't it?]
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( Well, so long as you do believe me. ) [ It's probably the best she can ask for, really. ] ( How are you doing, otherwise? )
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[And she would, too. That connection that makes them click, the thing in his head threatening to rear its head whenever his control slips, the thing in hers like dark water, makes it hard to keep anything from her. Not on a level like this.]
[... which also makes her question more difficult to answer.]
(Worried about him.)
[Quiet, uneasy.]