The crease in his forehead was going to be permanent if he kept it up. He didn't like this pain, the one that Damon had to suffer. To go through so much and have it worth nothing. He felt that way. He knew that was how life had been for him too. Not quite enough to kill someone.

He looked up and Wylie smiled down at him, cupping his jaw and gently stroking his thumb across his cheek. "And then you met me..." he repeated to him, leaning in to kiss him softly and then pulled back, brushing his fingers over his face, his thumb tracing his brow. "There's no illusion here," he said softly, studying his face, "I'll be everything for you."