Damon was a little surprised when Enzo asked him to go to Italy. He wasn't sure what brought it on, but he had agreed. Damon wasn't much of a world traveler, although he had been all over the US and Mexico. There was a trip to London and Paris years ago, but that was really the extent of the vampire's wanderings. His mother and father were both Italian immigrants, and he had always been curious about the homeland, and now he was getting a chance to see it with his lover.
While he was excited to see the vast vineyards, and the canals, he knew that Enzo was here for another reason. The man was a little vague when it came to the past, although there were enough mentions for Damon to put together a fairly grim picture. Damon knew that Enzo didn't have the privilege that he was born to, not that it mattered in the slightest. He also didn't have much by way of family. Perhaps this was a sort of exorcism.
He watched Enzo's reactions carefully, picking up on the moods. This spot was something to him. He got closer, standing just behind him. "What happened here?" he asked. His voice was soft, the way it was in the mornings, or late at night when they had exhausted each other physically.