"Yeah. Yeah, I get that." And he really did. He'd allowed Damon to snap his neck back home in order to get Elena to turn her emotions back on again. There hadn't been some white light. No harp-playing angels. No pearly gates. At least not that he could remember. All he remembered was darkness, and then gasping for breath as he woke up from death thanks to the Gilbert ring. Unconsciously, his gaze dropped from Caroline down to the ring he still wore on his finger.
But at her question, he looked up again. "I'm okay. Vicki's okay, too. When the Complex started..." He paused. "When it all happened, she was buried in the rubble. We got her out and she was okay, thank God." He smiled, but it was faint, tired.
"When Jenna found out we were without a place to stay, she made the offer and we took her up on it." He chewed the inside of his cheek for a minute. "Are you staying with the Mikaelson's?" He figured she was. He wouldn't be surprised if Klaus was lingering close by keeping an eye on Caroline now.