Skye
Love. But you don't remember why. You don't remember what happened here, the things I did for you. The choices I made to keep you safe. You just remember the me from home, damaged, probably losing his mind, constantly told he had no chance to be anything other than evil.
I love you more than anything. But you have no idea why. So neither of us what to deal with it. So go get drunk with Simmons, I'll get drunk with Damon then crawl back to the bed I shared with you till a couple of days ago and wonder again why everything I touch turns to shit.