In the midst of all the badassing and smartassing and dying and coming back to life and vampire hunting, Jeremy maintained a pretty A-OK relationship with his big sister/cousin Elena. You know, when he wasn't trying to kill her.
In his continued commitment to personal hygiene, Jeremy took showers. Which is good because with all that wood cutting and bicep building, he probably worked up quite the sweat. We volunteer as tribute if he needs help with those hard to reach places or any one of his 2000 parts.
You want a love that consumes you. You want passion and adventure, and even a little danger... I want you to get everything you're looking for. But for right now, I want you to forget that this happened. Can't have people knowing I'm in town yet. Goodnight, Elena.
Damon: You know what they are? Children. Like lighting a candle's going to make everything OK, or even saying a prayer. Or pretending Elena's not going to end up just like the rest of us murdering vampires. Stupid, delusional, exasperating little children. And I know what you're going to say: 'It makes them feel better, Damon.' So what? For how long? A minute, a day? What difference does it make? Because in the end, when you lose somebody, every candle, every prayer is not going to make up for the fact that the only thing you have left is hole in your life where that somebody that you cared about used to be. And a rock with a birthday carved into it that I'm pretty sure is wrong. So thanks, friend. Thanks for leaving me here to babysit. Because I should be long gone by now. I didn't get the girl, remember? I'm just stuck here fighting my brother and taking care of the kids. You owe me big. Alaric: I miss you too, buddy.