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I didn't say 'thank you.' [ Yes. And slap him. And stab him. And lots of violent stuff. She settles for punching him with her eyes. It dawns on her that the Damon's saliva is cooling on her skin, so she suppresses her shudder, clenches her jaw, and steps forward towards the sink the moment he disappears.
And almost bumps into him at his abrupt return. She nearly shakes with irritation, but allows him to wrap the cut and opts not to rinse her finger off like a 12-year-old. Instead, she turns to watch him finish the sandwiches. ] I could have done it. [ She takes the plate anyway. ]