Tyler's always been cynical. Has always expected the worst out of people, perhaps because that's the most he was ever really exposed to. He's not sure. He envied people like Caroline who could trust, who could believe that things would be better. Her optimism has been like a bright beam of sunlight to his dark outlook.

But now the sun's gone. (so what's the point of getting out of bed at all?)

"I remember. He was one of the first people to realize I actually liked it -- not that I admitted it."

He remembers that night, Jeremy trying to engage him. It's just an elective. It's easier to pretend like things don't matter, then it hurts less when you lose them. Except that's not true. They matter. (and it still hurts)

"I remember really freaking out when I saw his drawings of werewolves, back when I was still piecing everything together from Uncle Mason."