“Please,” Damon scoffed. “Jeremy can be annoyingly emo, but I’d never kill him for it.”
But Bonnie would know better than him. She was further along in the timeline than he was. This bothered him a little. He silently scolded his future self, if in fact he had done such a thing. This wasn’t because he cared a whole lot about Jeremy Gilbert, but because he knew that by harming Jeremy he would ruin any chance he had at being Elena’s love.
“I’m sure we can gather some weapons. People in the complex, as I recall, are very concerned with their own safety. One of you will have to ask, though.” Damon knew that anyone who knew who he was would give pause to loaning him any sort of weapon.