Stefan didn't know what he was feeling, any more. Everything since he'd arrived on the island had been so confusing. Some of it, he could comprehend- he was certainly no stranger to the concept of the supernatural, and many of the happenings could be explained by witchcraft, among other things. He certainly wasn't having as much trouble adjusting as some people. But the one thing that really concerned him was Elena's involvement with Damon. Of course, there were selfish reasons. Only yesterday, they had been happy; Elena had been all his, and she had hated Damon. He was still wondering if this was truly his Elena, considering what he'd heard about there being thirteen versions of Damon at one point- well, his head was very confused, to say the least.
He had shot out into the hallway almost instantly, and waited- he had text back and forth with Damon as he waited, and started to get a better idea of things. Damon loved her- he wasn't going to hurt her- honestly, the amount of times he had believed in Damon only to be let down again, he was probably a fool for listening, but he'd started to feel his rage subside. Which was definitely a good thing, considering he didn't want to harm Elena in his anger. At home, apparently she chose him- was any of this even reality? He didn't know.
And then Elena appeared, and he felt it like a stab to the chest. Just one word, and it sunk deep into him. He forced his frown into a sort of unconvincing smile, pushing down the hurt, pressing that button that could turn it off, just for a little while. He didn't want pain, even if it reminded him of being human.
"Hey," he smiled, barely resisting the urge to reach out and grab her. "Do you want to-" he trailed off, pointing down the staircase. He didn't know if Damon was in or not, and it was probably better to start talking away from the apartment building.