"We are both a little blind when there are feelings involved," Damon said, pouring himself another drink from the bottle that the bartender left. Damon wasn't just a simple alcoholic. His liver really would be finished.
"Katherine is in it for herself. She doesn't really care about anything. I think somewhere down the road, she was hurt - badly. I get that. I don't feel much anymore." When Damon tried to open those windows, it became a flood that he couldn't control. So he drank -- way too much. "Anyway, I want you to be careful. She's not been exactly faithful." Might as well open the can of worms, right? He could lose his best friend, but loss was an old friend.