Many have asked to see Tanner get what he has coming to him, so here we have it. This includes a bit of a crossover, Klaroline and Elena play a major role in this chapter.

"Salvatore!"

Stefan internally groans at the sound of Tanner's voice. He debates pretending he didn't hear him. After all, they stand amidst the chaos of busses pulling out, carpool lane abuzz with honking and students celebrating the start of a holiday weekend. Then he remembers that Tanner's aware of who he is and what that entails. There's no way he didn't hear him.

He turns around and finds his lemon faced teacher pushing through the crowds to get to him. Stefan straightens, not in the mood to piss him off more.

"Yes, Mr. Tanner?"

"I wanted to talk to you about that little stunt you pulled in class today, but you ran off before I could."

Stefan raises a brow. "What stunt?"

Tanner scoffs. "Arguing with me about Columbus."

"You mean when you told the entire class he discovered America when he really didn't?" Stefan shrugs. "I don't see how that's a stunt."

His teacher's eyes narrow. "We've had this talk a dozen times, Salvatore. You do not know more than me, simply because you've been alive so long."

That's exactly what that means, but Stefan doesn't want to risk pissing him off more.

"I am tired of your constant lack of respect. It is my classroom. I am the one with a teaching degree." Tanner towers above him, glowering. Stefan simply stands there, unafraid. "This little act ends today."

Stefan looks him dead in the eye. "Yes, sir," he fibs. If Tanner continues to spread misinformation, Stefan isn't going to sit there and let it happen. But for the moment, he'll appease the power trip.

"Good. Now, to ensure you've learned your lesson, you're going to write a 10 page paper on the accurate history of Christopher Columbus, using the textbook the school provides. Double space, 12 point font. Due on my desk Monday morning."

Stefan resists an eye roll. "Fine."

Tanner takes a step closer, jabbing his finger into his chest, hard. Stefan jumps a little, shocked by the strength of his teacher. His bravado drops as he starts trembling. This only makes his teacher smirk.

"You are going to keep your mouth shut for the rest of the year or we're going to have a problem. Are we understood?"

He opens his mouth to respond when another voice answers for him. "And just what problem is that?"

Stefan turns around and nearly lets out a sigh of relief. Lexi stands there, arms crossed over her chest. Her waxed brow is raised as she purses her lips.

"Lexi," he breathes.

She glances down at him, briefly smiling. "Hey, Pumpkin." Lexi's game face resumes as she glances back at the mostly confused and obviously slightly freaked out Tanner. "You were saying?"

Tanner's mouth opens and shuts, his eyes a little wide. "I was just…" He clears his throat and tries to regain composure. "Who are you?"

"I'm Lexi, Stefan's big sister."

"I didn't know the Salvatores had a sister."

"Life's full of surprises." She puts a hand on Stefan's shoulder. "Now, I believe you were threatening my baby brother, Mr…"

"Tanner, William Tanner." Some color reappears to the teacher's face. "It wasn't a threat. He's just been acting out in class. Perhaps you and Damon can talk to him about decorum."

Lexi nods, her face unmoved. "I see. Damon and I do take respect very seriously. We make sure Stefan knows he is to treat others how they do him." She squeezes Stefan's shoulders. He bites back a smile. "Not to worry, William. We'll continue to talk about this at home. Come on, Stef."

Lexi keeps her hand on his shoulders and guides him to her '63 Mercury Comet. Looking around to make sure everyone else is out of earshot, she releases him and looks down with sisterly worry. He relaxes a little, already falling into little brother mode.

"You alright?"

Stefan shrugs. "It's fine. Just Tanner being Tanner."

"Is this the teacher that gets mad whenever you correct him?" He nods. "What'd you do this time?'

"He kept saying Columbus discovered America."

Lexi rolls her eyes. "You'd think by now teachers would've learned the accurate story."

"I would've kept my mouth shut but he was getting mad that no one would tell him the dates but as soon as I raised my hand, of course it was a problem."

"You did the right thing. He's the asshole." She leans forward to fix his hair. "Not to worry, I can handle him."

Stefan frowns. "Lex, no. Come on, there's nothing wrong."

"He threatened you. Honestly, he's lucky I didn't body slam him onto the sidewalk."

"It's just Tanner. What's the worst he could do?"

Stefan tries not to think about the impending bruise on his chest. He can feel it forming and no amount of willing it away works. Sure, sometimes his injuries take longer to heal than those not on a vegetarian diet but a human should not be able to hurt him like this.

Lexi looks unconvinced. "I'll call the principal."

"He won't do anything. Damon is in his office about once a week to yell at him for one thing or another. By now, I think he's desensitized to complaints regarding Tanner."

She scoffs. "Public school system, bullshit."

"I'll be fine, Sissy." He pouts up at her, trying to appeal to her soft side. "Please."

Lexi looks down at him for a moment, little by little her anger cracking. She bends down and showers his face with kisses. Stefan laughs, trying to pull away from her. She continues, getting his cheeks and forehead multiple times. By the time she stops, he can see lipstick all over him in the sideview mirror.

"What are you doing here, anyway?" Stefan asks, trying to rub off the kisses.

Lexi smacks his hand away. "I came to town for the weekend since I knew you'd be off. Damon got caught up at some meeting or whatever it is he does. So, I figured I'd come pick up my favorite little Pumpkin."

Stefan raises an eyebrow. "You got another Pumpkin somewhere?"

She rolls her eyes. "Get over here."

Lexi opens her arms and Stefan falls right into them, burying his face into her shoulder. It's only been a month since they last saw each other, not their longest stretch at all. And still, he's missed her so much. Having her there for his little moments have added to his separation anxiety. It's the same with Damon. Of course he'd miss both of them before the truth came out, but he'd survive. Now, he's not sure if he could go more than a night without Damon.

Eventually, they pull apart and Lexi licks her thumb to wipe off her handiwork. Stefan squirms the entire time, turning a little red. Once she's done, she pats his bottom.

"Do you have plans?" He shakes his head. "I was thinking we go up into the woods and hunt a little."

His eyes sparkle. "Really?"

"Yup."

"But you hate animal blood."

"Maybe, but I love spending time with you."

Stefan beams, climbing into the car.

Damon stands in the doorway of the guest room, watching Lexi tuck Stefan in. It's rare his little brother sleeps in his own bed. Most of the time, he's in Damon's. When Lexi visits, she steals him. There's no doubt that she babies him just a little bit more than his big brother. That night, she's swaddled him up in a fuzzy blanket and then put him under the duvet, claiming it's a little chilly (even though they're vampires and can't feel weather). Stefan contently sucks his thumb and cuddles his rabbit, drifting off to sleep.

Lexi watches him for a moment before walking over to the door. Damon expects her to shoo him away, but instead she pulls him into the hallway and shuts the door.

"Wow, you actually leaving Stefan alone?" Damon teases. "Will he be able to survive without his helicopter sister by his side?"

Lexi doesn't roll her eyes or make a face. "What do you know about William Tanner?"

It takes Damon a minute to process the sudden subject change.

"Stef's History teacher?" Lexi nods. "I've told you before. He's a dick."

"Are you sure it's harmless?"

Damon raises a brow. "What do you mean?"

"Today I heard him threaten Stefan. He said if he couldn't keep his mouth shut, they'd have a problem."

His jaw locks. "What kind of problem?"

"I don't know. I interfered before he could say anything else. He seemed freaked out so hopefully that worked but I have a bad feeling."

"I hate that guy," Damon growls. "First they had that asshole Saltzman teaching and they replace him with someone just as bad. Though, at least Tanner isn't off whipping students."

He cringes, thinking about Caroline's description of those welts. If anyone ever did something like that to his brother, he doubts he'd have the restraint that she did. They wouldn't even get the decency of a grave, that'd be too good for them. Damon would find a way to make the body disappear, forever.

Damon shakes the thought out of his head. "I've done everything I can, barring pulling Stef out of school."

"Could you?"

"This is the only high school in Mystic Falls. Besides, the rest of his teachers are great. He has all his friends."

Lexi sighs, running her fingers through her hair. "I just hate to think of this guy bullying my baby brother."

"Our baby brother," Damon corrects. "And look, I'm just as psycho as you when it comes to keeping him safe, but Stefan has truly never been fazed by this guy. It's funny for him to make Tanner squirm."

"Are you sure it's innocent?"

Damon nods. "I swear. If anything changes, I'll tell you, but I don't think it will."

Lexi still doesn't look convinced as she slips back into the guest room. Damon heads downstairs to tend to some bourbon, unsure why he feels unsettled now.

"Stefan Salvatore report to Mr. Tanner's room, immediately."

Stefan pauses, just feet away from the open doors. Elena tilts her head.

"What'd you do now?"

He shrugs. "I dunno. I handed in that stupid essay, worded exactly how he wanted it."

"Do you want me to wait for you? My mom has meetings all afternoon so Dad's picking me up. He could give you a ride."

"I'm alright, thanks. Damon gave me permission to walk home since he's busy with the council."

"Lexi left?"

"Last night." He makes a face, trying not to think about her too much. "I'll talk to you later, alright?"

Elena nods and slips out the door. Stefan heads back up the stairs and over to Tanner's room. His teacher stands outside the door. Instead of his usual screwed up lemon face, he looks calm. Stefan tilts his head.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, come on in."

Stefan slips inside. The moment the door shuts, he hears a click. Tanner points to a seat by the window and Stefan complies, sitting down. The shades are drawn. Combined with the school's dim lighting, the room is near dark.

"Is there a problem with my essay?"

Tanner shakes his head. "I read it. You cited the book perfectly."

"Okay…" Stefan trails off, shrugging a little. "So, why am I here?"

"I had a lot of time to think over the weekend. Your sister told me that she and your brother care so much about respect, but clearly they're not teaching you very well."

Stefan resists the urge to point out that very weekend he got a sore bottom for telling Lexi to screw off when she asked him to clean his room. There was also the week before when Damon washed his mouth out with soap after he dropped the f bomb one too many times. His brother and sister certainly do not tolerate disrespect. It's just that he's always respected Tanner.

"It's a shame what parents are turning into these days," Tanner continues. "Or, I suppose, guardians in your case." Stefan's nostrils flare, which earns him a smirk. "I've read all the guidelines for disciplining Littles. Spanking is encouraged, but with nothing more than a brush, eh?"

Off his teacher's stare, Stefan nods. "That's right, sir."

"In my day, anything less than a belt was considered spoiling the child."

And back in Stefan's, you cut switches off the tree and were beaten with them until your ass splintered and the stick broke. What's the guy's point? Stefan remains quiet, letting Tanner spin his yarn.

"Even in school, the teachers were allowed to use corporal punishment. I myself found my hand smacked with a ruler, bottom pulverized by a paddle." Stefan feigns shock. Tanner nods. "It made me into the man I am today." He rolls his eyes. "Unfortunately, Mystic Falls High is against spanking its students, they leave it up to the parents and guardians. Which means, sometimes, students remain spoiled little brats and get away with everything."

Stefan regards him for a few moments, the wheels in his head slowly turning.

"Are you…are you going to spank me, Mr. Tanner?"

"I would, if I thought it'd do any good. But we both know it'd be a fruitless task. You'd feel a pinch at most and that's not going to teach you anything."

At least the dude's smart enough to figure that out.

"So…what am I doing here?"

Tanner walks over to his desk and holds out his palm. "Give me that ring."

Stefan's hand instinctively goes over it. He traces the "S" engraved on top, just below the blue stone. Outside his time in Lexi's special rehabilitation treatments, he hasn't taken this ring off since it was made for him.

"No."

Tanner purses his lips. "No?"

Stefan narrows his eyes. "No." He rises to his feet. "I'm done entertaining this. I've tried respecting you, listening to you, but we both know you can't hold me here."

He's halfway towards the door when Tanner grips his arm. Stefan cries out in pain as a burning sensation pierces his skin. He looks down and sees Tanner's hands are oily. Stefan moans.

"Vervain," he chokes out.

"Are you going to sit down like a good boy?"

Stefan nods and Tanner releases him. Slight burns take over his forearm. Stefan drops into the chair, rubbing it and trying to will the pain away. Tanner towers over him once again and for the first time, Stefan feels fear as he gazes up into his beady eyes.

"Give me the ring."

"Mr. Tanner…"

His teacher's palm smacks against his shoulder. Stefan screams. He fumbles for his left hand and throws the ring onto the desk. Tanner grins as he picks it up and examines it. Without warning, he reaches over to the windowsill and pulls up the curtains. The hot sun streams through and pierces Stefan's skin. If the vervain burned, this is agony. Stefan screams louder this time. He instantly covers his face to protect it but that means his arms are put into the crossfire.

"Stop! Please!"

He can smell the flames that are sure to come. Tears fall down his cheeks as he wails in despair.

"I'm sorry!"

Darkness overtakes the room once more. Stefan drops his arms. They drop like Jell-O onto the desk, weak and fried. Dark burns singe against his pale skin. They're peppered throughout, leaving the faintest bits of flesh unharmed. Stefan continues to cry. The pain remains even with the blinds drawn once more. His breathing picks up as he rubs each arm, which only makes it worse. Tanner walks closer again and Stefan fumbles backwards, falling onto his butt. His teacher is beaming. It's the happiest Stefan has seen him since they met.

"There. Lesson learned."

The ring falls with a clink onto the floor. Stefan scrambles to grab it, biting back a scream in pain. He slides it back onto his finger, clutching it for dear life. Stefan looks up at Tanner with wide eyes, panic filling him.

"You'll tell your brother that you forgot to put your ring on and went outside," Tanner commands. "It was a stupid, stupid mistake made by a stupid, stupid little boy."

Stefan feebly nods. The pain is still too much for him to say a single word.

"Get out. Now. And make sure you put on a sweatshirt so no one sees you."

Stefan pushes himself up, biting his lip to prevent more screams. The burns would've healed the instant he was pulled from the sunlight, but the vervain pierces them into his skin, his own powers weakened by the potent herb. He's going to feel this, at least for a little while.

He limps out of the classroom and heads for his locker. Locating an old jacket, he forces it over his arms, ignoring the pain. One step, then another, he forces his way to the exit.

Damon smells the burning flesh long before he enters the house. He vamps upstairs and down the hall until he finds the source. The long blackout curtains in Stefan's room are drawn, all lights off. His baby brother is curled up on the bed, whimpering in pain. Damon vamps quicker this time and sits beside him. Without a single word, he pulls the foul-smelling arms into his own grip and gasps.

"Stef," he breathes. "What the hell?"

Stefan's head remains buried in his pillows. Damon gently but forcibly rolls him over. A bit of his face is burned, as is his neck, but it's not as bad as the scarred arms. His brother's eyes are wide, filled with fear and pain.

"Stef," Damon repeats. "What is going on? How did this happen?"

"I…I was stupid," Stefan whispers. "I um…I took off my ring 'cause it was bugging me."

Damon's face wrinkles in confusion. "Bugging you?"

"Uh huh. I forgot it was off and then I stepped outside. It was only for a minute." Stefan winces. "I…I'm sorry, Day. I was stupid."

Damon stares down into his brother's eyes. After a moment, he shakes his head.

"Bullshit."

"Damon…"

"Your ring never "bugs you". I know for a fact that you haven't taken it off since the 20s. You shower with the damn thing," he says, his voice firm. "And even if you did, these burns would've healed the second you left the sunlight."

Stefan shrugs. "Dunno. Maybe my diet?"

"Stefan Antonio Salvatore, you are going to tell me what happened right this instant!"

Stefan recoils, pulling away from his brother. Damon frowns. He scoots closer to Stefan and cups his cheek, running his finger over one of the burns. It doesn't fade.

"Please, Stef," he begs. "What is going on?"

Stefan's lip trembles. "T…Tanner."

Damon sits up straight. "What?"

"He had vervain and used it to make me weak. Then he forced me to take off my ring and opened the curtains."

Damon's off the bed before he finishes the story. Stefan tries to get up but falls against the pillows.

"Damon, wait."

He ignores his little brother, vamping out of the house and back into his car. The rules of Stefan not being allowed home alone for more than a few minutes leave his mind. All he can think of is William Tanner.

Klaus walks into Stefan's room, Elena following close behind. The minute he got Damon's text, he raced right over. The youngest Salvatore brother is curled up in the dark, sobbing. Klaus vamps over to him and looks down at him. This is a far cry from the man who once knocked back bourbon in a club with him. This isn't the Ripper of Monterey. Here lay a sad, scared little boy.

"Stefan," he whispers. "It's Klaus Mikaelson. Elena's father."

The young boy doesn't look up. Elena appears by her father's side.

"Is he alright? I can't see."

Klaus puts a hand on her back. "It's best you can't, Princess. It's…not something for little girls."

Elena frowns. "Is he going to be okay?"

"He will. Just stand here."

Klaus walks around to the other side of the bed. He takes Stefan's face into his hands, rubbing his thumbs against his cheeks. Stefan's tears remain but they lessen as he makes his way down to his arms. Klaus frowns as the scars remain.

"Are you still in pain, my boy?" Stefan nods. "Strange." He bites his wrist and holds it out. "Drink." Stefan inches away, shaking his head. "It'll be alright, it'll help heal you."

"N…no," Stefan's voice is young, quiet.

"I know it must be scary, but I promise you, I'm not going to hurt you."

Elena pipes up. "Daddy…"

Klaus interrupts. Elena may be worried for her friend, but she doesn't understand the urgency.

"He's dropping into Little space, Elena. I can calm him down."

"It's not that. He doesn't drink human blood." Klaus tilts his head. "Only animals. He refused to drink Damon's before when he was hurt by another vampire. Says it's a slippery slope."

Klaus heals his wrist, feeling foolish. Indeed, the young lad has dropped into a younger space. He can only imagine how terrifying it must be to balance the older memories with the young. Klaus glances at his worried daughter and a bit of pride takes over. When he got the text from Damon, he debated dropping her at Bonnie's to prevent her from seeing anything bad. If he hadn't brought her, Heaven knows what he might have done to scare the boy.

"Thank you, Princess," he says. "I didn't know." He glances down at Stefan. "I apologize."

Stefan whimpers. "Day."

"Damon will be back soon."

"He…he left. He promised he wouldn't leave."

Klaus frowns. He understands Damon's urge. It took everything he had to not rip Alaric apart limb by limb. Yet, someone had to stay with Elena. She was their priority. The poor boy is suffering from horrific burns and witnessed his older brother running out.

Elena climbs up onto the bed and crawls over to Stefan. He rolls over so his head is on her lap. She runs her fingers through his hair, whispering "It's okay" repeatedly. Klaus bites back a smile. On any other day, he would throw a fit over his daughter getting into a boy's bed, but in this moment, all he can feel is pride for his baby girl.

Damon slams Tanner's classroom door so hard, it falls off its hinges and onto the floor. The teacher barely has time to look up from his grading before he's slammed onto the ground. Damon hisses. He puts his knee on his chest to pin him down, wrapping the other around his neck. Tanner's eyes are wide with fear.

"You thought I wouldn't find out?"

His free hand collides with Tanner's face. Blood pours from his nose. Another punch to the jaw allows some to flow from his mouth. Tanner screams out in pain.

"I let way too much slide with you," Damon growls. "I should've ended you the moment Stefan told me what a dick you were." He strengthens his grip around his neck. Tanner wheezes, unable to speak. "I stupidly gave you one too many chances." He can hear Tanner's ribs cracking. "It's a shame for you that I don't have a lighter or I would do exactly what you did to my baby!"

Damon presses his knee down harder. Three more ribs out of commission. Tanner's airways aren't open enough for him to cry out in pain. Anger pulsates through Damon's body.

"I guess it's time to hire a new history teacher!"

Damon goes flying against the chalkboard. His eyes widen as he watches Caroline drag Tanner out of the room and toss him into the hall. Damon races for the broken doorway, only to get thrown into the desk.

"Caroline!"

He storms right for her and she pins him up against the wall. Damon struggles under her grip. This makes no sense. He's older than her and they keep up the same diet. He should be able to kick her ass all the way back to the 1800s!

"I am going to kill him! Let me go!"

"That's exactly why I'm going to hold you here," she growls. "If you kill him, it's game over."

"I don't care!" Damon attempts to move her arm.

Caroline tightens her grip. "I know you don't. You're angry right now, livid. Your mind isn't thinking about the consequences. All you can think about is what he did to your brother. Not what will happen if you kill him."

"He'll be dead! And that's still not good enough!"

"What happens to Stefan once you do that?"

Damon's body freezes. Caroline nods.

"You'll get yourself locked up, probably in a different state. Stefan will enter the system. He'll need a vampire caretaker to adopt him and Lord knows those are in short supply." Caroline shakes her head. "He'll wonder where his big brother is and why he would do something so stupid to get him taken away."

Damon frowns. "That bastard can't just get away with this."

"I called the police the second Klaus called me," Caroline promises, her voice lightening. "He took pictures of the burns. Tanner isn't getting away with this."

Damon sighs, relaxing his muscles entirely. "Prison isn't good enough."

Caroline nods in sympathy. "I checked his file. Unfortunately, he's actually a caregiver. Otherwise, I'd give him the Alaric Saltzman treatment." She shrugs. "But, it also means that he'll end up in a cell. He didn't just abuse a student, he tormented both a vampire and a Little. That's a hefty sentence."

She releases her grip on him, keeping a hand out just in case. Damon runs his fingers through his hair. Tanner's moans echo from the hall.

"Am I gonna get it for whooping his ass?"

Caroline shakes her head. "You should be good." She gives him a small smile. "I do understand, Damon. When I had Alaric tied to that bed, I whipped him with the same belt he used on Elena. It took everything in my power to stop. I wanted to keep thrashing him until he stopped breathing."

"What stopped you?"

"Knowing that I had a little girl at home who needed me." She pats him on the shoulder. "You have a little boy who needs you."

Guilt hits Damon like a freight train.

"Stef. I…I left him alone."

"Klaus and Elena are with him right now. He's fine. Dropped, but fine."

Damon stares at Tanner's scuffed up loafers from the doorway. "Tanner…"

"I'll handle him. You, go. The police will come by later if they have any questions."

Damon shoots her a grateful smile, sneaking out the window.

The first thing Damon sees when he reenters his brother's room, is Elena Mikaelson cradling his head and whispering to him. Stefan looks up at her with young, sad eyes, focused on her words. For the briefest of moments he forgets what's going on and is ready to go into his rant about no girls in bedrooms, when he spots Klaus too. The overprotective father is watching them just as closely.

When Elena sees Damon, she carefully rests Stefan back onto the bed and gets off. She heads straight for her dad. Damon walks over to the two.

"I managed to get most of the pain," Klaus says. "The rest may take time. Since he will not drink my blood, I wasn't able to get the burns. But I spoke with Bonnie, she says they should fade once the vervain wears off."

Damon nods. "Thank you." He glances at Elena. "Both of you."

She gives him a small smile. "Uh huh."

Klaus puts a hand on his daughter's back. "Come on, Princess. Let's go home."

As they leave, Damon climbs onto the bed. Stefan's eyes remain on the comforter.

"Stef?" His brother refuses to look up. "Bunny Boy…"

"You left."

Damon bites his lip. "I had to go see Tanner."

"You left," Stefan repeats. "Promised you wouldn't leave. By myself."

Damon scoops Stefan up into his arms and cuddles him close. Despite being upset, Stefan still curls up against him.

"I'm sorry, Bunny," Damon whispers. "DayDay was just so worried about you. I had to make sure Tanner got in trouble."

"Scary," Stefan whimpers.

"Scary Mr. Tanner won't hurt you again."

"No. DayDay scary. Dark eyes. Fangies."

Damon presses a kiss to the top of his head. He does all he can to keep his dark side away from Stefan, regardless of his space. The little one is so sensitive. Even though Baby Stefan understands vampires and finds his own fangs funny, others terrify him.

"I'm sure that was very scary," Damon coos. "I'm so sorry, Bunny."

Stefan pouts. "I don't like Scary DayDay. I wan' Happy DayDay."

"No more Scary DayDay. He went bye bye."

Stefan sniffles. "Far, far away?"

"All the way to Mars."

His baby brother nods in approval. "Don't come back, Scary DayDay."

"He won't, Bunny Boy. I promise." Damon rubs circles on his tummy. "Just like Mr. Tanner is gone."

Stefan tilts his head. "Really?"

"Really. Mrs. Forbes-Mikaelson is taking care of it."

Damon spots Bunny and puts it in his brother's arms. Stefan cuddles it close, sucking on one of the ears. Damon doesn't try to replace it with the pacifier. After the day Stefan had, he'll indulge him in anything he wants.

There's a long checklist that Damon needs to attend to. He'll get Stefan's work so he can do school from home for at least a week. Damon isn't letting him out of his sight. If there's council troubles, Stefan can come along. Damon wants to ensure he knows exactly where Tanner is going so it's far enough away. Stefan will need at least four bottles of blood over the next few weeks, just to ensure he builds his strength back up. Lexi will need to be clued in. Knowing her, she'll rush right back.

Everything can wait. In that moment, all Damon wants to do is cuddle his baby brother.