Damon still looked as skittish as a wild horse, uncertainty still flickering, though it wasn't at all for his side of it. Maybe a little at first, but...he'd let Elena go off with Elijah with barely a flicker, and now just wanted to curl up against Ric for the night.

That had to be saying something.

"You're sure?" Because he'd sort of figured he was like...Ric's healing from Jenna--safe sex for an outlet with a friend, not...more.

And he wasn't sure he could take it if Ric just upped and changed his mind next week.