This had already been one of those days. Elena had been having one of her up and down times - one of her times when she didn't wish to discuss the future because she was afraid that if she stayed human, he wouldn't love her when she grew old. And if she were to become a vampire, he wouldn't love her because it would take away the essence of her humanity. His argument never mattered - Elena Gilbert was a stubborn woman. And that stubbornness told him to go home and think about it on his own, shutting the door in his face.
Since then, Stefan had been lying in the bed in his room, trying to get lost in a book. It wasn't working. The book, he had read about a million times (not an exaggeration), and he was growing bored. He had gotten used to the company of his friends, and yes, even Damon.
As if on cue, Stefan left his room and traveled through the house until he came to the parlor. Damon's thoughts must have been calling to him... he didn't know why else he was in here. Perhaps he was trying to see what Elena did in his brother - perhaps. He came around the sofa and grabbed the poker to push around the wood. After the mindless activity, and useless as it wasn't even cold to them, was over, he sighed and turned to face his brother.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he asked, "Brooding?"