"Stefans's diet isn't doing much to help," Damon says, his voice strained, and his shirt soaked in his own blood. "I need human blood to heal." You both know what he's suggesting.

You and Damon have always had some sort of tension between the two of you, an unresolved one. Everyone knows, even you two. But nothing ever pushed you to do anything about it.

But now, when he's bleeding out from a wooden bullet on your bedroom floor; it might be the way to resolve that tension.