“I spent too much time obsessing over her.” He muttered, reflecting over the century he’d spent thinking about Katherine almost nonstop. She’d had him wrapped around her little finger. Years ago he would have done anything for her, but he’d changed a great deal. Damon shook off the somber aura he was sporting, even smiling a little bit now that his sad love story was done being told.
“How did you find out about my giant purple antelope fetish?” He smirked, clearly joking. Damon was definitely a lone wolf, so to speak, these days, though he never thought of himself as lonely. He had friends and that was enough for him at present.