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 dicho reproachful.
“That doesn’t even come close to cover it” Damon dicho 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 tu any less idiotic” Caroline dicho having no mercy.
“I know” Damon dicho agreeing again.
“Good” Caroline said. “Put a camisa, camiseta on, we’re going outside”
Damon thought it better to just do what she asked and followed her outside. Caroline sank down on the césped, hierba and tapped the el espacio siguiente to her. Damon sank down siguiente to her. “Now, from one vampire to another, tell me what’s wrong”