Damon smirks, and it is one of those reckless, dangerous smirks of his that his brother will recognize immediately. "Maybe I wanted to take a swim," he fills in before he leans further against the bar, releasing a long breath.

He swallows and then he is hit with sudden emotion. His jaw locks.

"You don't have to clean up after me, little brother." And his messes. It's what Stefan always does, but it has been a long time and he is not anyone's responsibility.