He blinks, realizing some of that recognition. Damon got it, or... got it as much as anyone else not inside his own head could get it. And he's smiling.

Randel smiles back.

"Good. I'm glad we're good."

He's very glad. He knows that his memories... there's something wrong with them, something wrong with all of this, but knowing that someone gets what he's saying, understands what's going on? That helps more than anything else. More than anything more blatant, even.

"I should let you finish up, huh?"