private;
[That was the only reason he hadn't hung up. Even when he said that, he did expect something. Or hoped, really. Even if it was just one of Damon's shitty half-apologies. He didn't even get that. (Nice way to treat family, wasn't it?)]
Whatever. [He waves a hand. This isn't close to over.] Count down to the days until Klaus or Rebekah offs me. Then you won't have to worry about anyone bitching at you anymore.
[Now he hangs up. At least Damon has bourbon to bury himself in; Alaric doesn't even have that.]