Enzo had been in that hellhole of a prison a great while longer than Damon had, and even without a mirror he had known that he looked like hell. With a steady diet and time to heal, his form had filled out considerably. In Enzo's memory, Damon had always been as gorgeous as he was in this moment, his hand on Enzo's thigh and their lips just inches from one another.
"You were the only man I saw for almost ten years, who wasn't trying to carve a piece out of me," Enzo pointed out, not denying what Damon had said, but not admitting to it either.