[There's a numerous pictures of Stefan lying around, from all kinds of moments in his long and violent life. Some of them are bittersweet, some happy, some horrifying to both himself and likely others.
If he's approached, he could be holding any one of them, collecting them as a reminder. He doesn't have his journals here, so each one of these is important to him, a memory that is too important to let go of, no matter how awful.]