He took her hand and led her down to the sunken living room. He remembered the werewolf bite, and the small kiss. It was the start. He sat her on the sofa and went to the bar in the corner. He poured two glasses of bourbon and brought them back. "Yeah, looking for Stefan. We went to save him again. Funny that he never comes to find me." There was a bitterness in his voice, but there were reasons behind the words.
The rest of the story caught up. That was something he remembered as well. "Right. No, I wasn't leaving." For all the bad memories, there were good ones, and that one was good. She was already thinking about him, even though she was still 'with' Stefan. "That was a pretty serious move, you know. I was being all sensitive." He teased her lightly, setting the glasses down. "I bet I know who you choose."