Damon was quiet… he was just quiet. He took the alcohol bottle and chugged it down, but it wasn't enough. He reached into his shadow and pulled out another bottle, the glass glinting dully in the dim light.
Xander bit his lips, his hands tightening into fists.
"I don't know who else I can tell… Should I have told my father, who had lost his eldest son… should I have confided in my mother… or maybe my younger sister who knows nothing of the world… I… I just don't know…"
Tears streamed down from one of his eyes, which he hurriedly wiped away. A man should not be shedding tears his brother had taught him that, but speaking to Damon had made him unwittingly more emotional.
There was a soft gasp from Damon as he forced all the air out of his lungs, his chest heaving.
"Fine. I can't make any promises though… I don't want to be here and I don't want to listen to this… to you…"
Xander chuckled softly, shaking his head.
"I know that… maybe that's why you're the right person to listen."
