Tyler hated who he was back then. He doesn't really want to regress, he just wants a break. He wants something to not feel so heavy for once. But it's all been a downward spiral since he killed Sarah that night in his dad's study. One disaster after another. And then Klaus snapped his neck in a gym and everything only got even worse. Maybe he's been stupid, thinking it could ever get better.

To think they could ever get a win.

The worst part is Tyler wishes it had been him. Klaus should have taken out his rage at him. Not the other hybrids. Not his mother (he'll never get that image of finding her in the fountain out of his head). Him. But no. Klaus thought it would be better to keep him alive and isolated and hurting and well, it's working. Fuck if it isn't working.

It's not that Tyler doesn't want to help Elena (though for the record? he could personally give a fuck less about the cure. He doesn't need to be a werewolf again, turning every full moon) but right now? He's more concerned about Jeremy. Sure, they've had their differences, but he likes to think they're friends. Jeremy gave him the benefit of the doubt when no one else did when he was sired, not even Caroline. Hell if he isn't going to return the favor.

And besides, he needs all the distractions he can get.

He takes another long swig, listening to Jeremy for a moment until the question is posed.

"Well, when Caroline and I were going to leave town because of the council we had planned on going down to Florida." That's where Mason used to live. There was land he could have stayed on. It had made sense, at the time.

"Of course, then I talked to Bonnie and I ended up having to give up my body to Klaus so you know, that never happened."