Damon holds you close, pressing lingering kisses to your cheeks. He’s not sure why you are upset but that’s not important right now. He pulls his hoodie over your head, guiding you up until you’re nestled against his chest, your face peeking out from the neckline. His calloused hand finds your own, and lifts it to his stubbled cheek.

"Baby.. sweetheart. I’m here, my angel.”

his brows are knit together as he murmurs in a soft voice as to not alert anyone else home that you’re crying.