Damon swallows as he hugs her tightly (and every moment is fleeting, who knows why they're here or how long they'll get to stay?). He feels her close her eyes against his neck, that soft breath there (the warm air of it and the way her fingers grip hold of him at the back). There's an aching that takes over his chest whole with it, tries to claw out of his rib cage, but he somehow contains it. He looks down briefly when she pulls back, just hit hard with the emotion of it before he looks back up at her slowly.

It's not what he expects (and somehow it makes him suddenly angry before he even knows all the details, because why should--

It was supposed to be him there with her). He can't even process the fact that Jeremy and Sarah were in that car too, and how the hell did all four of them get separated?

"Wolfboy?" The name happens automatically. It's the way he thinks of him, and it's the way he's always going to refer to him. He's angry-- Damon should be happy that she wasn't alone (and a part of him deep, deep down is), but he's angry because it was supposed to be him there. Ethan was going back to his family. Damon was going with her. Choices were made-- "Jeremy and Sarah weren't there either?"