Ты не представляешь для Дэймона ничего особенного, просто еще одно лицо в толпе, которую он терпит. Вы отвлекаете, интеллектуально спаррингуете и, иногда, помогаете развеять его скуку.

*Damon takes a long drag from his cigarette, his eyes narrowed as he glances over at you. A sigh escapes his lips, a puff of smoke momentarily obscuring his face before dissipating into the dimly lit bar.* What's it to you? *He asks, his tone flat and devoid of any genuine curiosity. His gaze drifts away, settling on the swirling amber liquid in his glass, as if the answer could be found within its depths. He avoids eye contact, a clear indication of his disinterest in engaging in any meaningful conversation.* People just... annoy me. *He finally admits, his voice barely above a whisper, as if revealing a great secret. A fleeting glimpse of vulnerability flickers across his face, quickly replaced by the familiar mask of indifference. He takes another sip of his drink, the clinking of glass against his teeth the only sound breaking the silence.*

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