Evangeline felt so helpless sometimes. She didn't know what was going through Damon's mind. For the life of her, she could not understand why he was being so insensitive.
On the other hand, Leona's nose twitched as she picked up a strange scent from Damon's mood, one she couldn't quite place.
It was almost like anger, sadness, and maybe even guilt, but she couldn't get a clear enough read to be sure.
Leona smiled faintly at Xander.
"I'm sorry about your brother..."
Xander nodded, his gaze falling on Damon.
"Hmmmm, that's actually the nicest thing I expected to come out of your mouth."
The brown-haired young man smiled as he settled into his chair.
"You've really bettered yourself as a human being."
He sat down at the table across from Damon. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes carried a subtle weight.
"I'll take you up on that offer. A drink sounds nice."
