The mention of blood was a damn good indication of just how badly tonight had gone. He glanced toward the door, because he wanted to be able to feed Damon, and he wanted that mark back, and he wanted the sense of connection he'd come to associate with Damon biting him, back, even if sex was entirely out of the question until they were back home.

That alone was going to drive him crazy.

"There's a couple of bags still here, but so am I. Maybe Elijah can be kind enough to give us some warning before coming back in with Elena, and you can combine them all. If it's not enough, we'll find you more. And next time you need blood? Let me know before I'm drinking yours, okay?"

It was ridiculous, but he'd been so worried about Damon - and he'd come so close to losing him, and they'd been together but he... had missed Damon. Missed being able to help, missed being able to do, missed the chance to touch freely, and missed him.