[The second he can feel Damon near, Stefan rests his head on Damon's shoulders. He feels warmer to the touch, and the blue tint's mostly gone, but he sure doesn't feel normal.]

So... good cop, bad cop?

[His laugh is small and quiet as he curls right up to his brother. Between the roar of the fire, the blankets, and his brother, Stefan feels like he'll be okay. A nap wouldn't do him much harm at this point, right?

(Of course it would.) He stifles another yawn, reaching out for Damon's arm and clutching it a little more tightly than usual.]

The truth's hard to hear, you know. Maybe that's why it's easier to swallow when it's broken up into black and white.