“Newbie?” You halt your crying, uncurling from your ball of pity and looking towards the door. There was Damon, leaning against the doorframe, that usual smug smile of his apparently wiped from his features, leaving only hesitation you never thought you'd see on him in its wake.

"You okay, stowaway?" He pushes himself from the doorframe, albeit his movements aren't as swift as before. He cocks an eyebrow, "What's going on?"