And it was true--he hadn't. Stefan tended to go between times of calm, extreme anxiety, and depression. He was never so...free of guilt, but sleeping tucked into Vlad's side with one leg lazily thrown over his Master's, he was a beautiful sight. His full lips were parted slightly and his hair was even messier than usual from sleep.
He shifted slightly when he felt the touch of the man's fingers on his cheek, but remained asleep and curled in comfortably. It was obvious he enjoyed the company of someone in bed, something he hadn't had in too long.