A small chuckle escaped his lips without him even wanting it to. It was strange how she could immediately lift his spirit. He stared down at his lap before peering up at her, watching as she sat across from him. “What can I say? I remain to be creative up until this day,” he rested his arm on the armrest and kept his eyes on the brunette. If she was a ghost, she would disappear soon enough. Ghosts always disappeared, so did people. It seemed that these days, Damon was losing almost everybody. He knew he should spend time with Rose as much as he could, but he couldn’t force what had happened with Elena out of his mind. Damon stared back down at his lap when she attempted to crack a joke, one that really hit him hard. They were memories he didn’t want to have to relive. “Lets not talk about that yet, okay?”
Rose’s features immersed with a hint of sorrow as she looked down to glare at the liquid swirling in her glass. “No more love in paradise?” A curious tone inquired whilst choosing to ignore his later statement. After the loss of Slater and Trevor she had discovered the secrets of true immortality — not to let yourself care. One death had taught not to act upon infatuation and the other warned her that even offering a helping hand was dangerous. There was no sugar coating that she was alone. Despite her hatred for Elena’s older counterpart, she was rooting for Elena and Damon even in death. “I can see it’s eating you up. You know, you’re not so subtle when it comes to emotions.” It was obvious, or maybe that’s because their facades often cracked when around one another. Both troubles souls found an ounce of solace within the other, “but if you insist we won’t speak of such things.”