Elena's expression fell at the mention of Stefan. She turned away from Damon and wriggled down on the bed so she was laying curled on her side with her head against the pillows. She wished he hadn't mentioned his brother at all. She didn't want to think about Stefan right now. It just hurt her to think about him. "Don't you ever get tired of poking fun at people?" she asked Damon, her voice hollow and not its usual resonate self.