Looks like we're taking a roadtrip [For nota_rolemodel and the_realsavior]
Damon stared at the phone in his hand for a long few moments, feeling more than a little conflicted. Werewolves in woods, a conversation, and Damon knew that it was right to give up. Knew he'd been right to tell Elena it was done, Stefan was gone. Klaus couldn't know she was alive, and Damon had to put that first, above Stefan, even.
It's what Stefan wanted.
But Damon wasn't Stefan, and Damon needed Elena happy and back with Stefan before Damon could start to figure out his whole complicated thing where he didn't want to stop sleeping with his best friend...but he wasn't sure he wanted anyone knowing about it, either. Ric certainly didn't. Damon had been drunk, not clueless, at the bar the other night.
There was a line. He wasn't sure how far it was or where, but...he couldn't put that to the test until certain ghosts were laid to rest. Metaphorically.
...Hopefully, metaphorically.
Whatever. He needed his brother back home before he did something stupid and got himself in some sort of situation he couldn't talk his way out of. Granted, those were very few situations, but he didn't want to press his luck.
Admittedly, one of those things never quite properly laid to rest (however much he wanted to deny it) was the one who didn't quite stop calling. He didn't trust her as far as he could throw her, but maybe her little Stefan obsession was worth something. She and Elena could fight over who loved him more or whatever. Stefan, not Damon.
He'd gotten that message, too, no matter how confusing the last few weeks had been.
With a sigh, he tucked the phone away and left the boarding house, heading to the Gilbert house. Ric was probably there, since he hadn't spent the night at the boarding house, so. Two birds, one stone. He'd tell Elena...something, and they could go like they'd gone last time. Only this time he had solid news and...he'd come up with something to tell Elena that wasn't solid news...or he'd tell her she should come with. He hadn't decided, yet.
He still hadn't decided what he was going to do when he let himself into the house--seriously, only losers knocked--and made his way to the kitchen to put on the coffee. After a moment's consideration, he rummaged in the fridge, found some bacon and eggs and started breakfast. Bacon and coffee was a good way to get people up, right? If they didn't come down soon, he'd have to resort to more desperate measures. In Ric's case...well. Not here, not in this house. Damon had heard about Jeremy's inability to respect closed doors.
It's what Stefan wanted.
But Damon wasn't Stefan, and Damon needed Elena happy and back with Stefan before Damon could start to figure out his whole complicated thing where he didn't want to stop sleeping with his best friend...but he wasn't sure he wanted anyone knowing about it, either. Ric certainly didn't. Damon had been drunk, not clueless, at the bar the other night.
There was a line. He wasn't sure how far it was or where, but...he couldn't put that to the test until certain ghosts were laid to rest. Metaphorically.
...Hopefully, metaphorically.
Whatever. He needed his brother back home before he did something stupid and got himself in some sort of situation he couldn't talk his way out of. Granted, those were very few situations, but he didn't want to press his luck.
Admittedly, one of those things never quite properly laid to rest (however much he wanted to deny it) was the one who didn't quite stop calling. He didn't trust her as far as he could throw her, but maybe her little Stefan obsession was worth something. She and Elena could fight over who loved him more or whatever. Stefan, not Damon.
He'd gotten that message, too, no matter how confusing the last few weeks had been.
With a sigh, he tucked the phone away and left the boarding house, heading to the Gilbert house. Ric was probably there, since he hadn't spent the night at the boarding house, so. Two birds, one stone. He'd tell Elena...something, and they could go like they'd gone last time. Only this time he had solid news and...he'd come up with something to tell Elena that wasn't solid news...or he'd tell her she should come with. He hadn't decided, yet.
He still hadn't decided what he was going to do when he let himself into the house--seriously, only losers knocked--and made his way to the kitchen to put on the coffee. After a moment's consideration, he rummaged in the fridge, found some bacon and eggs and started breakfast. Bacon and coffee was a good way to get people up, right? If they didn't come down soon, he'd have to resort to more desperate measures. In Ric's case...well. Not here, not in this house. Damon had heard about Jeremy's inability to respect closed doors.