[ The thing about control is... It's mindfulness. But how do you manage control when you've all but lost your mind? The blood in the bag was supposed to take away the craving that's been building in him these last few hours, not enhance it 10-fold. It's a long time before Stefan exists that bathroom again, water running to drown out the beating hearts of everybody else in the lobby, hands gripping the porcelain edges of the sink so tightly that it might crack. But eventually he manages to regain some semblance of his composure. Just in time, it seems, as a glance out the window makes it seem like they just might be able to finally leave. ] Sorry for making you wait. Uh, stomach issues. [ Said for the benefit of anyone who might be listening. He awkwardly smooths down the front of his gown. ] You ready to go, brother? [ That endearment rolls too easily off of his tongue. ]
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