It took a moment for the look of alarm to register, the cool breeze against his back reminding him just how very exposed he was. Vlad turned over, propping himself up on his elbows as he wet his lips.
"Is your emotional crisis over for the moment?" He asked, a rather feeble attempt to defuse the sudden tension. He had once told Stefan that everyone had their fair share of scars, in his case his just happened to be a lot more literal.