"Katherine is gone, Damon," he said, setting the glass down and approaching his brother and almost getting in his face, "And she's not coming back so do yourself a favor and stop bringing her up." Stefan hated her for everything she had done, how she tried to tear him and Damon apart, tried to ruin the both of them while they fought over her love. It had meant nothing in the end.
"I don't get to do whatever I want, but I'm good at keeping that side of me separate from this side. You, on the other hand, bask in being a vampire, in being the bad boy. That's the difference between you and me," he told his brother, scoffing and taking a seat on the couch, his arms crossed over his chest. "Don't act like I'm your enemy, because I'm not."