It was quiet on the way back to their flat. Damon was driving.
He had one hand on the wheel and the other on the armrest.
Svetlana put her head against the window and looked at the city afternoon lights flashing by. She had her arms crossed.
They had a good time at Aoife's earlier, with laughs, stories, and even some touching moments, but their last talk still made them feel heavy.
Even though they tried to keep things light, the air in that house felt different after Damon's revelation.
The mood wasn't quite the same even though they stayed and talked. Even though Aoife tried to act tough, Damon could tell she wasn't.
Her smile was weaker, and she spoke a little more slowly. He could tell that she was quietly thinking about everything.
As they drove through the streets, Damon felt a little bad about what he had done. He didn't feel bad about telling her; she deserved to know.
