"That's not Caroline," he replied in a defensive tone, eyebrows knitting together even more than they had been. "At least that's not the Care from back home. I don't know how this place works, but something's off." Either it was a justification for how he felt or just the truth; it was hard to decipher, and Tyler wasn't going to pretend to even try. He didn't know how things with his girlfriend were going to turn out; for so long, she was the only thing that kept him going...and then she had insulted his feelings, and went off the deep end the second that he called her out on what she was doing with Klaus. None of it made sense. Glancing down at the new glance that had been slid in front of him, Tyler breathed in slowly and exhaled before following in her example. He tossed the whole thing back; let it burn in his throat, he didn't care. Maybe he just wanted to get lost in this too.
Everyone turning on him wasn't really anything new; Tyler was willing to let it roll off his broad shoulders...they hadn't been there in his time of need, why should he care now? Turning his head, he looked at Elena, still trying to get a read on her. "I don't know," another drink had been poured for him by that point...trying to keep up with Elena's pace was going to lead to things getting out of control quickly. Just losing a little bit of discpline and all the anger he was holding in would be released. "You like me. Otherwsie you wouldn't be here." She could have gone to any bar in this parallel Los Angeles if all she wanted was a drink; could have ignored his text all together. But she hadn't; that said something, even if neither one of them wanted to acknowledge what it really was.
So Jeremy was real; as real as anything in this place was, at least. Alive again. That meant the wheels were already turning; maybe her emotions weren't back completely, but it was just a matter of time. She wasn't going to be able to keep all of that at bay. "No, I get not wanting to deal with it..." He threw another drink back, only gritting his teeth slightly afterwards. "If my mom just showed up, or my uncle, I don't know what I'd do." He never even got to say good bye to his mother; and that hurt more than anything else. "It's a good thing, Lena. I wasn't always your brother's biggest fan," he shrugged, they had been at each other's throats over Vicky, and Tyler had thrown more than just a few punches. They'd become friends over time. "But if someone deserved a second chance, it was him. Mystic Falls has taken enough from your family." Tyler was being sincere...that was something. "You shouldn't have to go to Hell in order to get it back."
"So now you're in a bar in Los Angeles, drinking with the only person that people hate more than you. Why? Why me? I'm a dick, and you're still here."