Stefan only nodded and took a drink of his own. “Yeah……I understand. I need him too.” It was all he could think to say. He wanted his brother back and he wanted him to be happy no matter where that took him. He wanted both of them to be happy, he couldn’t deny that.
He looked at his wound, and pronounced some words to force its healing. And it hurt, but he wanted to move from where he was and not have Stefan trapped on the other side of the room. "He'd be elaughing at us." He added at the end, once healed. The blood on the textile he had put to cover vanished to the word of a new spell.

















