xp_logs | Angelo and Stefan, Saturday late afternoon

After the wedding ceremony proper, Stefan has a certain Talk with his little sister's boyfriend.

Bavaria in October, Angelo had rapidly discovered, was very cold. He'd taken to walking around wearing three shirts and the thickest coat he owned whenever he had to leave the caravan or the fireside, depending on what time it was. This was one of those times.

A small bottle appeared from the side as Stefan stepped out of the shadows. "Here. You look like you could use this." The older man did nothing to hide the fact he was taking measure of Angelo in his own way and had been since he had arrived with Amanda for the wedding.

The bottle got a look more interested than wary as he accepted it, then he looked up at the taller man with a slightly nervous smile. "Stefan, hey. Thanks."

Stefan simply nodded and, after Angelo had finished, took the bottle back. He took a drink of his own and smiled a little. "A little wedding present from Wanda," he explained, looking satisfied. "Certainly something that will warm you from the cold. You have the look of someone unaccustomed to this weather." It wasn't a condemnation, simply a statement of fact.

"You could say that", Angelo answered wryly. "You ever been to California? That's where I'm from - it was hard enough gettin' used to New York weather."

"When I am not going to see wayward siblings, I tend to stay in Europe," Stefan responded wryly, tucking the bottle in a safe spot in his coat. "I suppose this would be the time that I ask you what intentions you have for one of those wayward siblings, yes?"

Angelo glanced at him sideways, the nervousness suddenly clearer. It wasn't that he was afraid of Stefan, exactly, and it wasn't even the first time he'd dealt with big brothers - including running from them a time or two, back in LA - but this was different, somehow, from every time except maybe Sam. "Yeah. I guess it would."

Stefan blinked at him once, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes before it was gone. "Well?"

"Nothin' but honourable", he said sincerely. "I'm in this for the long haul, Stefan." Amanda would kill him if he told her brother what they'd agreed on after the gliding incident.

"The long haul? Ah, I see." Stefan glanced over his shoulder at the bright lights of the fires, people dancing around them. The festivities of his wedding. He looked back at Angelo and smiled, a little bit. "So young, the both of you, to be speaking of such. Makes me feel old before my time. Still..."

"I'm 21", Angelo said a little defensively. "An' chances are I'd've got married years ago if I'd stayed in LA. Not that we're talkin' about gettin' married yet", he added hastily.

At the defensive tone, Stefan smothered a smile. And made a mental note of how quickly Angelo had covered up his tracks. "I meant no offense," he soothed. "And of course you aren't, very silly of me. This atmosphere simply brings out the romantic in just about everyone."

Angelo glanced around to the celebrations still going on in the camp. "Yeah", he said with a slight smile. "Congratulations, by the way. Mirela off with the women?"

"God help me, but yes. Amanda included." Stefan glanced back and then reached to clap Angelo on the shoulder. "Which means it is time for our time honored tradition. We drink and try to pretend the women are not talking about us."