I don't know that. And he's my best friend. [ He sets his bottle down with a thud.
He nods. He knows exactly what Jefferson is talking about. Kenzi and he talked about it the night before, albeit, less like he's about to.
Damon's taken the week to start a consortium of sorts, people he's found as worthy allies, Jiaying; unwitting but pleasant and Malia; aware. Kenzi falls into a gray area, but he will follow up with her. Jefferson could be a good in between candidate. Damon moves from against the desk, taking a step forward, gaze up, establishing eye contact. He doesn't know if Stefan would approve of his various, if questionable methods. They haven't exactly shared everything. They're the ones having a rough patch, if he's being honest. But, with the cameras, there are only several safe options. ]
Whatever I say next stays here. Here's Vegas. If you come back here and it's just me, all those memories get to return, [ because this would be useless if he couldn't follow up ] if I call you and invite you down to the garage to kick your tires, come. We're now in a secret club. [ His finger comes to his lips, as if to shush him. ] Got it? [ A smile, as he brings a hand to his shoulder.
He's picked the beach, and a pizza shop, and with only minimal knowledge of Jefferson but a vivid depiction of the things he tends to like, he's taken Jefferson and him to high tea at a nice hotel in New York, complete with a piano straight out of a Nordstrom's. They're sitting opposite one another as a hostess pours their tea and Damon smiles, thanking her.
Jefferson can proceed to freak out, if he'd like. ]
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He nods. He knows exactly what Jefferson is talking about. Kenzi and he talked about it the night before, albeit, less like he's about to.
Damon's taken the week to start a consortium of sorts, people he's found as worthy allies, Jiaying; unwitting but pleasant and Malia; aware. Kenzi falls into a gray area, but he will follow up with her. Jefferson could be a good in between candidate. Damon moves from against the desk, taking a step forward, gaze up, establishing eye contact. He doesn't know if Stefan would approve of his various, if questionable methods. They haven't exactly shared everything. They're the ones having a rough patch, if he's being honest. But, with the cameras, there are only several safe options. ]
Whatever I say next stays here. Here's Vegas. If you come back here and it's just me, all those memories get to return, [ because this would be useless if he couldn't follow up ] if I call you and invite you down to the garage to kick your tires, come. We're now in a secret club. [ His finger comes to his lips, as if to shush him. ] Got it? [ A smile, as he brings a hand to his shoulder.
He's picked the beach, and a pizza shop, and with only minimal knowledge of Jefferson but a vivid depiction of the things he tends to like, he's taken Jefferson and him to high tea at a nice hotel in New York, complete with a piano straight out of a Nordstrom's. They're sitting opposite one another as a hostess pours their tea and Damon smiles, thanking her.
Jefferson can proceed to freak out, if he'd like. ]