Their conversation over text was a long one and a lot more helpful than Stefan expected it to be, if he was being completely honest. But the advice his ex-lover had given him was to...take what felt good, and not to worry about feelings or the paranoia that Vlad might leave like the others.
He needed to enjoy himself and just be happy in the present.
Stefan paced the kitchen for...well, he didn't really know how long, but it seemed like ages before he stopped and agreed that yes, even with all the teasing, Klaus was right. If this was going to help him find some amount happiness, then wasn't it worth the risk?
He was allowed to want things. And right now, he wanted Vlad.
Setting his phone down on the counter, he turned green eyes in the direction of the stairs up to the bedrooms and then went, one foot after the other. There was absolute focus on his face and he didn't stop until he was at the edge of Vlad's bed, like he had been last night.
He stared down at his Master, looking comfortable in the warm covers, and Stefan traced his tongue along his lips before biting in with blunt teeth. "Vlad..."