[ He wouldn't. He wouldn't lie, but he wouldn't intentionally inflict the pain he's inflicting. ] Shit.
[ He spoke to Katherine earlier in the evening. Things weren't pleasant, but they were cordial. Katherine even made it sound like she expected Elena to dial up her hate. Elena's practical. Damon knows, even as a human, she'd never try to go toe-to-toe and not while they all need to be allies here. But, there's allies and there's love from her sister.
He looks around the party. He could go to Stefan. Stefan could calm her down. Stefan could berate him and then calm her down. If Nyx is here he could comfort her without asking questions.
But, Damon would rather go to the source.
Katherine's mid-schmooze across the way, gabbing with a few busybodies about something or other. Definitely her husband. No, she's not. The ladies are busy-bodying and she's speaking to one of the husbands. So Katherine. It's not a surprise, then, to these ladies when Damon approaches and sets a hand on her shoulder. ] Sorry to interrupt. I just need a quick moment with my wife. [ He looks at the man she's chatting up. ] Aren't you tall. Excuse us. [ As he whisks her away, the grip on her arm isn't friendly in the least.
He pulls her upstairs and away from the crowds, most of which have joined the dance floor or are drowning themselves in the downstairs bar.
Letting go of her arm finally, Damon finally addresses her with the backdrop of the party below. ]
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[ He spoke to Katherine earlier in the evening. Things weren't pleasant, but they were cordial. Katherine even made it sound like she expected Elena to dial up her hate. Elena's practical. Damon knows, even as a human, she'd never try to go toe-to-toe and not while they all need to be allies here. But, there's allies and there's love from her sister.
He looks around the party. He could go to Stefan. Stefan could calm her down. Stefan could berate him and then calm her down. If Nyx is here he could comfort her without asking questions.
But, Damon would rather go to the source.
Katherine's mid-schmooze across the way, gabbing with a few busybodies about something or other. Definitely her husband. No, she's not. The ladies are busy-bodying and she's speaking to one of the husbands. So Katherine. It's not a surprise, then, to these ladies when Damon approaches and sets a hand on her shoulder. ] Sorry to interrupt. I just need a quick moment with my wife. [ He looks at the man she's chatting up. ] Aren't you tall. Excuse us. [ As he whisks her away, the grip on her arm isn't friendly in the least.
He pulls her upstairs and away from the crowds, most of which have joined the dance floor or are drowning themselves in the downstairs bar.
Letting go of her arm finally, Damon finally addresses her with the backdrop of the party below. ]