Damon's POV (Two months later.)

“Hey you.” Emily interrupted, “I thought it weird that you'd be out here all alone.” He said, drawing her night gown around herself.

Subconsciously, I did the same.

“My therapist says she thinks the air is good for me. I'm getting better, in here.” I tapped my temple.

“That sounds good.” She nodded. “Do you have a minute?” She asked.

“Sure. Here, sit.” I stood up from a swing I had installed in the garden.

“No, you don't have to do that. I'm terribly comfortable being on my feet. My sides, and backside are sore.” Emily refused.

“if you insist.” I sat back down, looking...