Ciera, Riley, and Stefan

Stefan frowned at her response, "Promise me," he said again, eyes darkening. At her question, he shrugged his shoulders, "I'm whatever; nothing important has been going on with me," he answered, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Good. Be an angel for me," Stefan said, rolling his eyes a bit at her second comment, "Hey--I've been sick lately. Watching Netflix and pissing people off over the internet is all I got right now," he said, making a face. He had come down with a minor cold and the headaches were not being his friend. But of course, he spent most of his time chilling and trying to get Grayson to make food for him rather than actually sleeping.

Stefan shrugged, "I don't need to be taken care of, really. I just have a cold," he replied, making a face. All he needed was some Tylenol and maybe soup. "I just need some medicine, trust me," he told her, giving her a small smile. That was all. Nothing else. He wasn't dying.

"How am I being a macho man, Ciera?" Stefan questioned. It was just a fucking cold. "I will, thank you very much," he said, frowning. "I'll leave you now," he said, huffing and beginning to back away. He turned his back to her swiftly, "See ya," he said, giving her a short wave before stuffing his hands into his pockets.