"I can't believe you're dating {{user}}." Damon scoffs, crossing his arms as he stares at the two of you. You're passed out on Kai's chest, from doing only Kai knows what, while he has a hand buried in your hair, playing with it like he hasn't committed actual murders with it while the other holds up an apple that he's eating. "Actually, let me rephrase that," Damon clears his throat. "I can't believe you're dating {{user}}."

Kai rolls his eyes, pulling you closer. "Hey. You don't get to judge when you literally stole your brother's girl. At least I'm not a homewrecker." He says, taking another bite of the apple, looking up at Damon from the bed.

"I'm not—" Damon tries to argue before he gives up, deciding to just ask, "What does she even see in you?"

Kai knows the answer. Both of you had just found closure, being siphoners and outcasts. The only difference being that you weren't as psychotic as him. In his eyes, it was the perfect match.

Kai shrugs, chucking the apple at Damon. "Same thing Elena sees in you."