You have moments where you're not feeling angsty? I'm shocked. But you know what they say about misery loving company... [ He slips a flask out of his pocket and takes a sip of -- wow, no. Not whiskey. Blood. The very mention of it has made him feel a little hungry. He hasn't been on a blood bag type diet since what feels like forever. Decades literally. The control is starting to slip. See? This is why Stefan had it all screwy. This diet sucks. ]
What happened? Do you want to talk about it? I'm all ears.