He hoped not. Complicate was an understatement. He wasn't referring to Zack, either (with the things that ran at night, one more zombie Fido wasn't going to make or break it); he meant Rose. Regardless of what she knew or thought or believed them to be in her little timeframe, she was, in essence, a vampire on their side. On...his side, even, if he was going to be specific. The point was, he was in a position where he could use that and it wouldn't really be the best turn of events if she spent every night rocking in a corner.

And maybe she earned a few points for making Rick dive for salvation in his bowl of melted cotton candy. Not that this was hard to do when it came to Rick, but still.

Damon leaned into Rose, all confiding-like, and said confidentially, "It's still a sensitive topic for him." He pulled away. "Though he did catch us up to current events. Unless you have anymore blanks to fill in about Elena and the big scary Klaus."

Where did Rose and Alaric line up in their stop-and-start memories, anyway? They were obviously closer in line than him or Stefan or Elena. Or, probably Elena. That might not last. How long before she remembered everything? And what the hell did everything consist of, anyway? More than what Rose remembered, even?

The thought of being behind that far didn't settle well, and especially now when Rose kept insisting on Elena being in danger...Whatever. Jumping ahead wasn't doing anyone favors. He wasn't about to bother with a blind guessing game.