Mossy Manse; Detox Dungeon: Stefan eyes the bottle of critter blood, but decides brooding is just more fun.
1864; Quarry: Stefan figures Johnathan Gilbert has by now informed Papa Salvatore of their deaths. Damon: "As if he cares. He betrayed us." Stefan tries to give their dad the benefit of the doubt -- noting that Papa probably thought he was protecting the town. The sun bothers Damon's eyes. Stefan explains that, the aches and sick feeling are their bodies pushing them to feed and complete the transition. Damon says, "That's not gonna happen." Stefan asks Damon if death is his choice. Damon: "Isn't it yours? This was all to be with Katherine, but she's gone. I want it over." I want another five minutes of watching the angelic Salvatore vampire-tadpoles sitting shirtless in the sun, but is anyone listening? I think not.
Mossy Manse; Detox Dungeon: Elena tries to entice Stefan to drink. "You can't survive without it." Stefan doesn't want to survive. "I'm sorry, Elena. No more. After what I've done, it has to end. I just want it over." And O! He lets a single perfect manly tear fall, but it doesn't know it's suppose to be perfect, so it runs down his inner cheek until it raps around his nostril and resembles snot, leaving Dean Winchester the undisputed winner of the Single Perfect Manly Tear Sweeps. Buck up, Stefan. There's always next year. Commercial!
Mossy Manse; Parlor: Damon, the consummate drama queen, assumes Stefan is just being dramatic, and shares that thought with poor, little Elena, saying Stefan simply feels bad about hurting that girl, but won't starve himself. "It's a very typical Stefan-martyr stuff. It will pass." Elena is dubious, since Stefan seems to be in so much pain. Damon says that will pass once he feeds. When Elena argues that she doesn't mean physical pain, Damon says he knows what she means. And then, "Look, are you going to be okay here, if I run out? I have to go on
a man-date an errand with the teacher." Elena: "Alaric? Are you two friends now?" Damon rises. "I don't have any friends, Elena." Elena squints the squint of disbelief. "Right." Damon grabs his jacket and puts it on. "You should um... you should stay up here. You shouldn't be down there by yourself." Elena rolls her eyes. "I'll be fine." Damon's not pleased. "You know, you're very trusting of him, given the circumstances." Elena says Damon is, too. "Otherwise, you wouldn't be leaving." Damon ignores her point. "I won't be long."