Damon's rut cycle hadn't kicked in yet on their first day at the villa, so the two of them spent the time wrapped up in a blanket and curled together on the couch.
They played a TV series they'd both been meaning to see, a kind of cozy moment they rarely got to enjoy with how busy life usually was.
"You know …" Charlotte began, resting her head on Damon's shoulder, her voice soft with a hint of mischief, "there's something that always bothers me when watching movies like this."
Damon, sipping his soda with a relaxed sigh, replied in a lazy tone, "Like what?"
Charlotte pointed at the screen. "Like this movie, for example. Why do werewolves always have to be compared to vampires? And why do we always end up being the weaker ones?"
She started gesturing more as she spoke, clearly annoyed. "I mean, sure, vampires live forever, but we live a long time too. And honestly, who even wants to live forever? That sounds exhausting."
