Damon didn't even care anymore. She could walk in and he'd just tell her to go to bed and they'd talk about it in the morning, at this point. He'd care more later. Maybe. He was too emotionally wrecked to bother, right now.

He snuggled down under the covers, watching Ric set the alarm, then reached for him when he came back. "Seriously. Pajamas. Jeans are not fun to sleep in, no matter what the cowboys did."