No answer.
I knocked again, harder this time. My heart was racing, imagining the worst. What if Damon was already gone? What if he'd given in during the night and I was standing here knocking on a dead man's door?
The lock clicked. The door opened.
Damon stood there in sweatpants and a rumpled t-shirt, his hair sticking up at odd angles. He looked tired, with dark circles under his eyes, but he was alive. Standing. Functional.
"Kaiden?" He blinked at me, confused. "It's like six in the morning, man. What's going on?"
I tried to find words that wouldn't sound insane. "I just... wanted to check on you. You seemed off the other day when I saw you at the convenience store."
"Oh. Yeah." He rubbed his face. "I've been having trouble sleeping. Weird dreams. Feel kind of out of it."
"But yo
