What was wrong with the women in his life?
Why did they always assume he only called when he wanted something?
Couldn't he call just because he missed them? Or simply to talk?
It made him seem like a bad person.
Damon felt indignation rise in his chest. Sylvia had said the same thing the last time he reached out, and now Lilith too.
"Hmph. Why do you assume I want something? Can't I just call because I felt like it?" he asked, exasperated.
Lilith snickered on the other side of the line.
"So, you don't want anything?"
Damon bit his lip, his eye twitching slightly.
"I mean... I do want something... but assuming that's the only reason I ever call? That's just cruel."
Lilith sighed—long, tired, and deeply unimpressed.
"I've been trying to reach you for the past few days. Do you have something against your pager? Why didn't you pick up?"
Damon glanced at the distant hills, scratching his head awkwardly.
