Stefan heard Damon coming when he was still a little way off. Elena's blood was still fresh in his veins and it had heightened every sense. He'd forgotten what it felt like to be so strong. Still, he was doing alright at controlling himself this time. The cravings were still there, but after last time, he knew what he shouldn't do. He just needed to be firm with himself. This stronger version of himself would be far more useful to Elena if any of their enemies turned up, so he needed to be able to deal with it without going on a rampage.
Judging from the pink tinge to his brother's cheeks, Damon hadn't been so controlled. Stefan took a deep breath, but didn't say anything. He wasn't here to give lectures or apologise. How could he say sorry for getting back the love of his life? Sure, he wished Damon didn't have to be in the middle of it all, but Elena wanted to be with him and there was nothing either of them could do about it.
"So I see," Stefan said with a small smile. He raised his glass, tipping it to his brother. "Let's drink then." He picked up his own glass and took a deep sip, swirling the liquid around as he swallowed. He glanced across at Damon as he placed his glass back down. "I'm surprised you came."