Elena gave him a little, awkward smile at his insistence of her trying to get inside the apartment, so she stepped forward...and then she couldn't. She just couldn't, something in her told her not to. The young vampire frowned and turned to look at Stefan, her expression one of being upset. "I can't. It won't let me." She huffed and then leaned into Stefan for another hug, immersing herself in his scent and his warmth. He had smelled better than she remembered...which was strange considering she hadn't seen him that long ago...but maybe it was her hunger getting to her, she hadn't eaten all day, after all. Elena wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in close until their lips were almost brushing, her brown eyes narrowed. She'd missed him, but with her turning it felt more like she had been yearning for him like he had been gone a hundred years. It was all too weird. "Stefan..."