[Victor's reply isn't much of a reply--it's a mutter in a one-sided conversation with the floor as he bows his head and smoothes his hair down over his forehead like an invisibility cloak that will keep Klaus' sister from looking over here.]
You know why.
[Because he's him and everyone else is everyone else. Because Rebekah's older and popular and normal. Because he still gets as flustered talking to the opposite sex as he was when he was eleven and blushing the first time he'd seen a girl sitting in the common room in her bedclothes.
He peeks around the shelf, checking that they haven't been noticed yet. And maybe to check what she's doing. He doesn't usually spend time in Rebekah's vicinity without a buffer in the form of Klaus or Elena, and even then he gets too tongue-tied to say much.]
You can say hi. If you want. I mean, you should. She's your friend. [Very articulate.] I can stay here.
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You know why.
[Because he's him and everyone else is everyone else. Because Rebekah's older and popular and normal. Because he still gets as flustered talking to the opposite sex as he was when he was eleven and blushing the first time he'd seen a girl sitting in the common room in her bedclothes.
He peeks around the shelf, checking that they haven't been noticed yet. And maybe to check what she's doing. He doesn't usually spend time in Rebekah's vicinity without a buffer in the form of Klaus or Elena, and even then he gets too tongue-tied to say much.]
You can say hi. If you want. I mean, you should. She's your friend. [Very articulate.] I can stay here.