One week later.

Damon was only half dressed when he heard footsteps. Knowing better he hoped it was Elena. But it wasn’t, obviously.
“You’re an idiot” Caroline detto reproachful.
“That doesn’t even come close to cover it” Damon detto turning around. “You want some?” he asked waving his glass of Scottish Whisky.
“Please” Caroline nodded and Damon gave her his glass which he had already refilled.
“Yeah, just take it” Damon insisted when Caroline frowned. “I’ve been drinking way too much already”
Caroline accepted the glass and took a sip. “Well, like I said, you’re an idiot”
“I know” Damon agreed.
“And feeling sorry for yourself isn’t going to make te any less idiotic” Caroline detto having no mercy.
“I know” Damon detto agreeing again.
“Good” Caroline said. “Put a camicia on, we’re going outside”
Damon thought it better to just do what she asked and followed her outside. Caroline sank down on the erba and tapped the spazio successivo to her. Damon sank down successivo to her. “Now, from one vampire to another, tell me what’s wrong”