( he tilts his head in return, mirroring her exact movements with a furrowed brow. why does she care why he's choosing to get drunk? his life has basically ended. there's no home for him to go home to. this is it. deerington. this weirdo creepy town. but it's fine. he's fine. damon lets out a little shrug. ) Whatever. ( like it's no biggie. the expression on his face though tells another story altogether. still. he is restricted to the one word so... that's all she's getting from him. besides, he's not one to talk about his feelings anyways. not unless he can compel them to forget everything they've heard. and even then. )
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