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[Eggs Florentine it is. Damian will pause to eat his own breakfast while Jackson makes the arrangements.]

Nothing with food anyway. I can be there in thirty.

Not dogs.

( Or lizards? )

( Thirty gives Jackson time to -- if not change, freshen up and at least steam his shirt. Thank you, Damon Salvatore. While he does that, Katherine sits with Damian.

"And here I thought I was usually the one that won friends and influenced people. How bad is it with Allison Argent? Are we going to be benched?" )

[Bees. Also Zithromax. It's an antibiotic.

Damian shrugs, because how's he supposed to know.]

I don't know. I mostly dealt with her father, not Allison as she didn't really want much to do with me, but it's been almost a decade. I didn't know she held such a grudge.

Steering you clear of all nests.

( Reputations don't fade. )

Holding a grudge implies a reason behind the grudge, Damian. Is it something you can apologize for? Is this one of your to the highest bitter scenarios?

[Much appreciated.

Damian shrugs, before shaking his head.]

I'm not going to apologize for doing my job. As far as I know, I never did anything to her, personally. Her family was the one that was paying me.

[So who knows?]

We'll figure it out when she gets here.

( In truth, Allison's regime has changed and so has the Argent agenda. What he did for them in the past, Allison didn't like, once she'd heard about it. Things a Kate Argent or Gerard might want him to do, but not things Allison needs - or is willing. )

Looking forward to it. I, for one, like the big house we're occupying for who knows how long. I meant it when I say we should find somewhere to - permanently reside.

[Which is fair, honestly.]

Well, we do have some properties to choose from. Or I could liquidate them and we could find something new. We have options.

I like options.

( A, B, C. She knows how the alphabet works. )

I like this you. Cooking for Jackson's date. Standing up for yourself. Telling off Sam Winchester.

I didn't realize it was so different than the usual me.

[He's teasing, mostly, but never let it be said that he couldn't go against the grain every now and then.]

( "Well, Bobby Flay, after you help get this werewolf laid, how's about you and me find a bedroom. Damon's saddled with his mistake. We have time..."

Jackson cleans himself up and about ten-fifteen minutes later comes back down the stairs. In the meantime, a quick text to Lydia.

What's happening? )

["I think we can certainly make that work."

Lydia glances down at her phone, having opted to get herself a cup of coffee while Scott and Allison dealt with Stiles.]

He turned. But due to the whole "can't be out in the daylight" thing, he's stuck here until he gets a daylight ring.

He's coming to Damon's for breakfast. The daylight ring will be taken care of. We'll go back to the hospital after.

Also, Derek is going to need my help after that. What are your plans today? Keeping Stiles ADD in check?

I was going to keep him company until he got out of here. Caroline has to be at the graduation, so she can't exactly be watching him too.

Maybe we both can help?

[Keeping Stiles occupied and on task will ... probably be for the best.]

How is this not McCall's job?

Scott is going to be playing watch dog at the very loud, very crowded Salvatore School graduation.

Fine, but I'm dragging Alex.

Great. It'll be a party. Let me know where to meet you.

Lobby. I'll tell you when we're parked.

Are you okay? Have you gotten any sleep? Can Allison and McCall relieve you, at least for a few hours? Graduation's not until 2.

I'll be fine.

[Which is Lydia for no, she hasn't gotten any sleep, but she's too stubborn to do otherwise.]

( She shouldn't be surprised when Scott tries to do just that because his next message? Is to Scott.

Stiles, now that he's not being squeezed, is zooming around Scott when Lydia returns with coffee. First he's behind, then he's in front. Then he's behind again! )

[Her eyebrows go up and then she waves a hand.]

Stiles, could you not?

( And then he's behind Lydia. )

Why? I have to practice. And I can't leave this room. How'mI doing, Caroline?

[Caroline already looks tired. This is going to be an experience. "You're doing great, Stiles."

Lydia spins towards him and she has not had enough sleep for this behavior.]

Please stay where I can see you.

( He slides between Lydia and the doorway, then, to sit by Elena. )

I'm not a kid, Lydia.

( "Just Barry Allen," Allison says, leaning against the wall, with a foot up against the wall.

Scott finally joins Lydia, and gives a one arm squeeze around her shoulders, but speaks to Stiles."How's it feel?" )

Like I can't concentrate on one thing ever again. Also, like I'm hyperfocused when I really want to be. It's like an electric minefield fence up here. Oh uh, did anybody -- call my dad?

No.

[She shrugs.]

I didn't know what you were going to do.

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