[ that she knows where he ends up and that she knows about his daughter: these things don't surprise him. it's common enough knowledge that freya was comforted enough to part with elena and bonnie; even if she hadn't, damon is clearly from some distant point in the future where he would know. he still blinks at the words on her lips, something so precious and personal to him known and spoken so freely. it's the mention of camille that unsettles him. his head tips back infinitesimally; his jaw works. he does not know where elena heard about him and her but it matters little. what matters is that caroline knows and it reveals yet another reason for what he must do.

he does see why she would be confused. he sees too that it has rattled her, that all of this has rattled her. he wonders with a catch in his own throat and a pleasant, painful burn in his gut if she would so readily stand with him here, hand wrapped around his, if she knew all of it. ] I can see you have reason to be confused about many things. [ he attempts a smile of reassurance; it hardly lifts the corners of his lips. ] Come on. [ he steps back and endeavors to lead her with him. ] I'll tell you all you need to know, starting with Camille. [ he says so gravely but sincerely, his expression drawn. ] Who I'm not involved with, for the record. Not anymore.