The silence was heavy as the descended the staircase, but Stefan didn't know how to break the silence. In a way, he didn't want to- he didn't want to hear his own voice, knowing that nothing pleasant would come out of it at that moment.
She didn't know where to begin; he sighed, looking to the floor.
"You're from my future," he stated, plainly. That, in itself, was a hell of a lot to take in. As much as he was used to the unusual, time travel was news to him. "Okay, so- yesterday, everything was fine-" he started, not really sure where he wanted to take this. He didn't even know how much he wanted to know. He gave her a sort of dismissive wave, as if to say it didn't matter- which it did, obviously.
"I spoke to Damon. Well, not in person- but he says he loves you. Do you-" Oh, god, did he even want to know? He wondered what he was even doing. "Just start at the beginning," he said eventually. He'd tell her to stop, if he couldn't take it any more.