Thing is, Stefan knows he should stop. He's known it for a while now, but he's purposely ignoring logic and reason, shutting his person off from anything of the sort when he should be listening to all those little voices in the back of his mind that are whispering to him, telling him that this is wrong. It's all wrong.

He kisses her forehead and rubs her back soothingly with the hand that's not chained to hers. "We'll figure this out."

And yet, it feels like a hollow, empty promise. Whether he means the glitch or this whole mess in general is up in the air.