Backdated; Pre-Disney
WHO: Stefan and Dimitri Salvatore
WHEN: Pre-Disney
WHERE: Dimitri's bedroom
WHAT: Making up
RATING: Low
STATUS: Complete

Stefan was still angry with his son. He understood that it was a hard time for the boy - thinking back to when he was alive, and all the hormones that used to constant course through him - and he didn't want to make it worse, but he thought he was relatively lenient with his children and he didn't like it when they openly disrespected him. Still, he hated fighting with Dimitri. He wanted to make it right. Sighing, he tapped on his son's bedroom door, waiting for a reply.

Dimitri had been struggling with how to apologize to his father, what to say to make it better. He just didn't know what had gotten into him. He was frustrated and angry that everyone was together with someone, but he was alone. Yet when he heard the knock on the door, he perked up from the book he was reading, closing it and making a face. "Yeah?"

Stefan pushed the door open, leaning against the door frame as he looked in at his son, his arms folded over his muscled chest. "How're you doing?" he asked, not wanted to appear hostile. He came in peace, after all.

Dimitri set the book on the nightstand, his green eyes flicking away for a moment. "I'm okay, I guess," he said, sighing and sitting up in bed against his headboard, playing with the hem of his t-shirt nervously. He'd been avoiding his dad as best as he could, but he couldn't escape now.

Stefan took a deep breath and let it out again in a soft sigh. No one had told him being a father to teenagers could be so challenging. "You mind if I come in?" He respected both of his childrens' space, as much as he could.

Dimitri was silent, but soon nodded at his father, shifting on the bed. "Yeah, sure, dad. Come in..." He managed a small smile, feeling at least a bit better.

Stefan gave his son a small smile and walked into the bedroom, pushing the door shut behind him. He crossed to the bed and perched on the end, trying not to show he felt awkward about the situation. "So... you gonna tell me what's got you in such a bad mood recently?"

Oh, that was what this was about. Dimitri didn't really want to talk about it, but this was his dad whom he trusted. "Being alone... Bea and Lex are already dating and I'm just..." He sighed and ran a hand through his short hair. "I just don't want to be alone forever... Stupid, right?"

Stefan almost relaxed a little. He had been worried this would be something bad, but being a little jealous that his relatives and best friends had boyfriends wasn't really anything unusual at all. "Oh, Di... you're not going to be alone forever. Girls usually start dating earlier than boys, and Lexi is two years older than you. You just need to be patient. Someone will come along, I swear." Stefan reached out a hand, placing it on his son's foot and giving a little squeeze.

"And what if I can't find anyone here? It's so small and the guests aren't very available." He sighed--he was really starting to hate it here. Dimitri didn't want to lose Bea, she was like his other half, but now she was spending time with Logan. He wasn't used to any of this.

Stefan sighed. He had to admit, he'd worried about his children being stuck here too. "Then we'll talk to Petersen and see what he can do." He didn't ever want to lose his children, but Stefan knew their happiness was paramount. "I just want you to be happy, Di. But that doesn't mean you get to be rude to people."

Dimitri suddenly sat up and hugged his dad like he was a little boy again. "I'm sorry, dad. I know it wasn't right... I shouldn't have said any of that and left in the first place." He gave a sad expression, looking up at Stefan with his matching green eyes. "I love you dad. Always will."

Stefan hugged his son back, forgetting the fact that they would have just looked like two teenage boys hugging each other to any outsiders. Dimitri was Stefan's son and he'd always love him, whether he acted like a brat or not. "I know," he murmured, into Dimitri's sandy hair. "I love you too. And I forgive you for being a little dick." He smiled as he pulled back, using a hand to ruffle Dimitri's hair. "You can't act like that again, though, or we won't be letting you off so easily. You really hurt your mom and I the other night."

He laughed at his dad's comment about him being a dick and gave a bit grin that soon become a small smile. "I won't do anything like that again. Especially not to you and mom. It wasn't right." He rubbed the back of his head, feeling a bit nervous...and ashamed. "I'm really sorry, dad."

"It's okay," Stefan replied, almost immediately. He knew Dimitri wasn't a bad boy and he didn't mind cutting him a bit of slack this time. Hell, Dimitri had been right; he'd done worse in his day. "But next time you want to go on a binge, come talk to me first. If I can't sort it out, I'd at least like to know what's going on, okay?"

He nodded his head at his dad, making a bit of a face...but at least his dad had been like him before. Young and stupid. He hugged the man again just because he could, and he needed his dad to know how much he appreciated his dad. "Father knows best, right," he teased.

Stefan laughed as he hugged Dimitri back again. "No. Not even close. But I do my best to look out for you. I'm probably more worried about you than you'll ever be about yourself." Pulling back, Stefan gave his son a little smile. "So are we cool now?"

"You worry about everyone, dad," he replied, "but yeah, we're definitely cool." And this was exactly why he had the best dad in the world. Dimitri wouldn't trade him for anyone else. "Wanna go make a pizza and watch some cheesy movies?" Dimitri grinned, showing his white, blunt teeth.

Stefan rolled his eyes at Dimitri's choice of comfort food, but stood up anyway, holding up his hand. "Come on then. We can leave the girls out and make them all jealous." He grinned at his son before heading for the door.

"You're still 17 at times, dad." He got off the bed and followed after his father, feeling like a weight had been lifted off his chest. Things were good again, there was no question about that.