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Bonnie doesn't know why she's exactly here at this moment. She just knows that it feels right in an extremely wrong kind of way.

Damon is appraising her with a raised brow, piercing blue eyes , and his seemingly ever-present smirk. All of this should serve to unnerve her but it doesn't - not in the slightest bit. Because he's hiding from his feelings and she is running - no, not even running racing from hers. And how racing from all of the fears and pent up emotion has led her to Damon Salvatore's room in the boarding house, she doesn't know. And she doesn't quite care to find out at this moment.

Damon is more focused on why his favorite judgey witch is standing in his bedroom, shaking and staring at him unabashed. It's raining, and it's fair to assume she got damp - not soaked - in her journey here to him. He knows not to speak, not to say a word that could at anytime break this extremely fragile balance that they seem to be keeping.

"E-E-Elena gets to be sad and broken all the time. I just want one night." Bonnie says, her words are strung together like a freight train. And her voice quivers with every word she speaks and that is when Damon zeros in on her damping eyes and trembling lips. His head tilts marginally at her words. And he chews on his bottom lip at her statement, trying to think if he's ever looked at her this way. Everyone relies on her to be strong, and that's what makes her kind of attractive in a which. Not saying that Damon Salvatore finds this Bennet witch or any other one attractive in any kind of way cause no. Just no. Not happening.

Slowly he looks at her again with a brand new set of eyes. He observes her and her posture. Stares at her now watering eyes. Sees some of her guarded walls drop in front of her. And then he notices it. There is something tragically, yet beautifully, broken about Bonnie Bennet and no one has ever stopped to try and figure out what that is. At that revelation, his throat dries and he shifts over in his bed a bit. "Yeah...Yeah." He croaks out.

She strips off her wet boots, leaving them in a neat pile by his bed before climbing in. He almost chuckles at the distance she chooses to put between them before scooting closer to him. Hesitantly he wraps an arm around her and is immediately confused about what's going on with them right now. No,they don't hate each other anymore. But friendship was never in the cards.

Bonnie breaks his train of thought when she speaks. "We're not so different you know?" She whispers into the darkness of his room. "We're both overlooked and under appreciated. You play second best to Stefan. I play last best to everyone. We're never the first choice and if we are it's for shallow reasons."

Damon finds her revelation a tough pill to swallow so he keeps mum except to ask, "Why are you here, Bonnie?"

Bonnie exhales, before moving her head to rest on his shoulder. "Because you in your fucked up way, understand me. Which is more than I can say for any one else in this town. Not even my best friends do, or even care to. I realize that i'm pretty much fucked up and alone but...it helps when someone at least understands."

Damon nods in the solitude, and actually practices the tact that most people think he doesn't have. He doesn't even give her shit for that comment. And he won't, not for a long while. Cause he knows exactly what she means. "You should probably get some sleep."