While Elena was busy with the milk, Stefan poured himself some of Damon's whiskey, filling the glass more than half way. He could make it last. He took a gulp before placing it down on the tray, ready to look back at Elena as she spoke.
He gulped, looking down at her. There was no point lying about it. Slowly he nodded, just a minute motion, but enough. "I will do. Soon," he confirmed. "But I'm fine." He gave her a reassuring smile, ignoring the aching in his gut. He was strong. He wasn't going to let this ruin the evening for them, but she'd have to put up with him drinking.