[quietly:] Okay. [He takes a deep breath, scooting closer to her. It's been a long, long time since he's voluntarily "vamped out" - maybe six months at most, and it feels weird with each little movement. As the muscles shift on his face, with vein lines protruding and his eyes becoming more bloodshot, he can't help worrying about her.
She won't freak out, right? Or run away? She's a witch, she can knock him out with one swipe. In the end, once his true face takes form, he allows it to stay there as he reaches out for her hand. His entire body's shaking - not for want of blood, but out of sheer nervousness. Stefan's been rejected once lately; he's not sure he can take it all over again.]
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She won't freak out, right? Or run away? She's a witch, she can knock him out with one swipe. In the end, once his true face takes form, he allows it to stay there as he reaches out for her hand. His entire body's shaking - not for want of blood, but out of sheer nervousness. Stefan's been rejected once lately; he's not sure he can take it all over again.]