"You should wear the other shirt,"
He stared at her through the mirror. Her face suggested an innocence but the message behind her bright eyes proved she wasn’t. At least not that night. She sighed and looked back up at the book she was reading.
"Get out of my room, Faye."
"I’m just saying that if you really want her to not rip your head off tonight then you better wear the better looking shirt. The shirt that I gave you.” She said, not looking up from what she was reading.
"Why do you even exist, Faye?” He did that eye thing that he always did when he was annoyed. She smirked while watching him pick up the shirt anyway.
"Who else would look after you, brother? If I wasn’t here you’d probably be dead by now. Or worse. Headless.”
"If I didn’t know any better I’d say you actually cared about me, Faye.”
"Then it’s a good thing you don’t know any better, Damon.”