He'd been up early, though he didn't really have a reason to be--just like he didn't have much of a reason for anything these days. He found his solace in a window seat in the library where he sat in sweats and a tank top, half-read book in his lap. Green eyes turned towards the snow that was falling outside and for a moment, he was lost.
That was always a dangerous thing. His mind was his worst enemy and there were so many poisoned thoughts and memories that could go through his head at any moment.
No, he didn't need to think. So maybe some breakfast was in order, and a cup or two of coffee.
The boy pulled himself up and tossed the book aside, then made his way towards the kitchen on silent feet. He paid attention to little else but the task at hand that he didn't even realize that Vlad was awake until he walked into the room to find the man looking outside, already nursing a cup of coffee in a robe.
"...Morning," Stefan said, ducking his head and moving to fetch his own mug that was less used and matched the ridiculous plates and bowls in the kitchen.