In the short space of time it had taken Caroline to get to his room, Damon had already drunk half of the bottle. Looking up at her, he wordlessly offered her the bottle. Knowing that she'd need it just as much as he did.
It was taking everything within him to hold himself together. But, he never even contemplated flipping his switch. Because he wanted to remember that feeling. Remember what it felt like to be happy with her. To remember Vegas, and exactly what it felt like to wake up next to her, and realise that they'd done one of the stupidest things ever.
And, if she ever turned up again. He didn't want to see the disappointment on her face, if he'd turned his humanity off. Whether she remembered being here or not.
"She disappeared from my arms." He finally responded to her.