Damon shrugged. 'Doesn't matter. Want or not it happened. And you don't need to think. You'll choose stefan.' He smiled bitterly. 'It's always Stefan,' he pointed out. 'So go, be with him. And no worries. I'll be here like always.'
He'd closed himself off emotionally from her. Again. To most, it just looked like he was being a cold bastard. But anyone who bothered to think about it would know that he was withrawing from pain.