Damon was leaning back against the isle with the liquor on it, a glass of bourbon in hand that he was swigging from as he waited for Elena. He was a vampire again, and that meant he would never give Elena the family she deserved.
And all of this stuff with Katherine and Stefan and Dean was getting to him. He didn't want his brother getting hurt. "I'm here," he said, not moving from his position. He just took another swig from the bottle.