Stefan nodded as he listened to Miles talk. It was always nice listening to others, in his opinion. “I see similarities, but I think you’re more different than you think. You’re already more expressive of your emotions than I think he ever was around me, anyway.” Stefan turned his head and looked at Miles, a smile pulling at his lips as Miles turned back to look forward. 

“Piano, huh? You’ll have to play for me sometime,” Stefan quipped, knowing that he and Damon had a grand piano, but it was only kept up because he insisted that he was going to learn one of these days, but never has. “And maybe you can teach me over a glass of whiskey sometime.”