Stefan rolled his eyes. Damon, the King of all Smart-Asses. Of course, though, he was freaking right.
"Just because you're right about this, doesn't mean you're right about anything else," he stated, just because he had to. He couldn't stand letting Damon have one up on him. But before he could attempt to reach Elena, he couldn't resist having a chat with his bothersome bro.
"Why are you here, Damon? How did you end up in this place?" he asked, because he knew how he had wound up here... and he had a hunch it was the same way Elena had. But Damon? That was a mystery to him. Unless... nah...