One hundred and sixty-two, actually, but Stefan's not about to own up to his years any sooner than any other vampire who's spent time in Mystic Falls will. Hiding was in their nature, a tradition that was not to be broken. It was simply what one did, despite being present in an atmosphere where vampires were free to be open as they pleased.

Truth was, they didn't know how to be open.

"Pretty sure my brother would find hilarity in the notion that I look like some twenty-two year old."