Are you two fighting or being friends?

John stopped a few steps away, expression calm and completely unfazed. He glanced down at the simple-looking fishing pole in his hand, then back up at Damon, who was now wheezing with laughter and wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

"I'm serious!" Damon gasped between chuckles. "She walked into the witch hall like a damn archvillain and you… you… walked out with a fishing rod?"

Lola was giggling too, though she clearly didn't know why. "Are we going fishing now? Are we going to catch some special fishies?" she asked eagerly, eyeing the pole with interest.

John only gave a small smile to the two of them. Damon did not know why, but suddenly his brother looked very tired and sad.