Damon entered his apartment and was immediately greeted by the sight of Raymond and Lena passed out on the couch. One lay sprawled awkwardly, the other curled close, their bodies pressed together as though they had unconsciously sought comfort in each other. Damon paused for a moment, then shook his head in quiet disbelief.
He walked over and gently tapped Raymond on the shoulder. Almost instantly, Raymond's eyes snapped open, sharp even through his exhaustion.
"You're back?" Raymond asked, yawning as he rubbed his face.
"Yes, I'm back," Damon replied, glancing pointedly at Lena. "I see you both have made up. So… does that mean the wedding is not happening anymore?"
Raymond's expression darkened immediately. "I never said I was getting married to anyone," he responded irritably. "I only told you about my grandfather's intentions."
"But you were considering it," Damon pressed. "Marrying that bitch would be the greatest mistake you'll ever make."
