Lots of local hunting was good. That was a very, very good thing and something Stefan could use to distract himself. He nodded, handing Lexi a cup. "Maybe we can head out tomorrow night."
He eased himself onto the bed, taking a deep drink while he gathered his thoughts. So much had happened at home, so many things had gone wrong, but it all really boiled down to one simple fact. "...I fucked up, Lexi. I fucked up bad." And that was the crux of it. "I spent so long and tried so hard to do what I thought was the right thing, I stopped taking people into consideration." And, of course, by "people" he meant Elena and Damon and the sexual tension that had been coursing between them since well before the accident that took Elena's life.
He took another drink and drained the thin plastic cup, pausing a moment to feel the bourbon burn it's way down to the pit of his stomach where it sat, heavy, like a rock. "And there's nothing I can do to fix it."