"I kept it, you know, the necklace," Caroline hates that she couldn't stop herself from making her voice softer, meeker. Elena's (no. not Elena, less than, but somehow painfully more) eyebrow arches slightly in her mild confusion, "What necklace?"

"The vervain one you gave me, when I was a human. To protect me from Dam- from vampires," the words are more hurried than Caroline would have liked, but at least her voice wasn't docile as it had been. Elena doesn't say anything, doesn't give her even a physical reaction to gauge, so she continues on, "I mean. I don't wear it anymore, obviously, but. I kept it," the stupid faintness is back.

Elena tilts her head slightly, feigning a nostalgic look on her face, "What was it you called it? 'Lesbian friend necklace?' "Caroline wants to smack (kiss) the knowing smirk on her face and in her tone. (Had she always known? She never said anything.) Caroline's sure her face is only a little north of terrified. She chooses to ignore the jab, refusing to take the bait.

She doesn't even try to hide the hurt, the anger, in her voice when she avers "You could done more, you know." (She never said anything, not since that first day. It feels… Good.) "Like what?" Elena asks, and Caroline almost flinches at the blunt, and moreover, the bored tone in Elena's voice.

"You could have told me, for one. You should have told me." Caroline Forbes cannot look at Elena Gilbert.

Elena Gilbert will not look at Caroline Forbes, "But I didn't."