Damon returned to the living room, tossing his phone onto the coffee table as he sank back onto the couch.
He stretched his legs out, rubbing the back of his neck with a sigh.
"That was Joey," he said, glancing at Svetlana. "He said his brother's scheduled for surgery tomorrow. I'm gonna drop by and check on them."
Svetlana tilted her head, her lips curling into a soft smile. "That's good of you," she said, leaning forward slightly. "You think everything's gonna go well?"
"Hope so," Damon replied, his tone carrying a hint of doubt. "Joey sounded optimistic, but… I don't know. I just feel like I need to be there for him."
Svetlana nodded. "That makes sense." She paused, then added, "You want me to come with you?"
Damon shrugged, the offer surprising him slightly. "If you want to. But you don't have to—"