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[ When Elena stumbles downstairs this morning, she'll find Damon in the kitchen. Cooking. He looks a lot better than last week, all things considered. The fact that there's an iota of color in his face, for instance. Of course, his betterness is pretty superficial. The fact is, Stefan's gone, he's been working his ass off to track a guy who doesn't even want to be found, and it's just generally not good for his mental state.
Which is why he's burying it. And making omelettes. ] Alaric let me in between drunken comas. [ He explains with an amused look when she comes into the doorway, not looking away from the stove. ]
Which is why he's burying it. And making omelettes. ] Alaric let me in between drunken comas. [ He explains with an amused look when she comes into the doorway, not looking away from the stove. ]