“Elijah? He was always my favorite,” Stefan smirked. “I like to think that I am his favorite Salvatore, too. Hey, you’re okay. It’s all okay.” He reached across the table and covered the other’s hand with his own. “We’ll keep iron away from you, then. But hey, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, no need to worry about it right now.” Stefan tried to soothe the other, knowing how intimidating the Mikaelson family could be. He didn’t know if the man knew what he was, and Stefan wasn’t willing to divulge that information just yet.