And now Stefan was pissed. Damon acted like Stefan was the one with the easy life, but it wasn't that way at all. For so long he'd been lost and depressed, guilty for the things he'd done when he was out of control, and he'd managed to come this far on his own. He was no longer killing mercilessly and ripping his victims apart in hunger. He was patient and calm. "Fuck you, Damon. Fuck you," the teen said, getting up from his seat, grabbing the bottle of scotch and then heading towards the door of the room.
They both needed to just avoid each other right now.