For Prodigalsavior
Silas's (petrified -like a damn tree) body was in the drunk, they'd shared a drink and in spite of the whole end of the world sthick, Ric had spent an awful lot of time smiling tonight. More than he had in a while, even before being dead. Having an evil alter-ego and going to his own death hadn't exactly given him a lot to smile about. Tonight? Tonight, at least for a little while he was back and mostly alive. Team badass had been back in business, and it had been...
really good.
No hesitation about handing the cure over to Damon, and spelling out what he expected him to do with it. This was good, and had been good, but he didn't expect it to last. He'd watched Damon hurt and struggle enough, through this, and even seen Elena shove a stake into him. He'd been there to pull it out. It was what friends did, especially when friends were dead.
His smile didn't falter, didn't fade with it, either. Just watched Damon understand what he was saying. Then said: "So.... What now?"
Girl or not, he suspected Elena was busy with another recently deceased person, and the cure and Elena, unlike Ric, weren't going anywhere. Neither was Silas' body.