It was thrilling to be back in the apartment. He could finally let his guard down again due to the lack of imminent thread of a makeover. The witches were nice enough to him, but they sure enjoyed their glitter. At least Galinda did.
Damon quietly made his way to the kitchen for a packet of blood. He noticed an increase in appetite when things were especially difficult in Lawrence and had been craving blood like crazy.
The air was a little thick and as he stepped into the room he saw why. Elena was boiling water on the stove. Damon gave her a smile and was to go about his business when he did a doubletake, eyes narrowing in scrutiny as he picked apart each of her features and the way she held herself.
“Are you sick?” He cocked his head to the side slightly. “You look green. Not Elphie green, but there’s a general hue there.”