[ Damon remembers his first two weeks, but with memories that were kept, and other small things learned, it's hard for him to see why Howard might act like that. ]

You weren't one of the memories he woke up with. [ Which only cements that, perhaps, they aren't a real memory. Like S & D Automotive. Like marrying Katherine Pierce.

Damon has the bottle in hand, ready to pour more for Jefferson before taking a swig from the bottle himself. He brings it down from his lips letting the slight burn settle. ] I don't know what he looks like. I hear about him, I know he's a friend of mine, but I can't picture anything about it. [ Just his name. ] What do you know about him? Actually know about him?