Stefan had meant more than just the room. He'd meant the Colony. And he wasn't sure if Damon understood that or not. It was fine. Their discussion of his place at the Colony could wait for another day.
He mirrored Damon's action, his hand curling around the back of his brother's neck. "You could stay," he answered, invitingly, voice low, husky with want. He didn't know how to be around Damon and not want.