He jumped when he heard Damon's voice. "I left it at home," he said softly, "I didn't mean to... I just... I just needed some air," he said softly, hugging his knees as he rested his chin on his knees, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "I guess you're mad at me?" he asked him, and wondered what he'd do. Would he snap at him? Or go kill someone? Maybe drink until he was drunk?
He hated the other Damon for making him think of those things.