Stefan opened his eyes when she mentioned Damon. His brother. He stared up at the ceiling, his arm secure around Elena and she was right. They needed to go and see him. He missed him, they were apart for too long. Not to say they hadn't been apart longer, but this was different. They weren't separated because of hatred or guilt but because they didn't have a choice. Stefan would often go there and talk to him, see him and spend time with him when Elena wasn't around, but when he was with Elena, it was to feed him. He didn't doubt that Elena didn't go and see him on her own, that was her choice and he didn't want to intrude on that. He knew where he stood, where they both stood and why Elena was with him. He never brought it up, there was no point. He loved Elena and he knew that Elena loved him and they trusted each other. That was all that mattered.
"It's been awhile," he said, closing his eyes again and swallowing hard, getting himself comfortable against her again. In Stefan's everyday life, he often questioned himself, asking what would Damon do? Most of the time, he'd ignore it, but those rare times, he actually did it. It would help, sometimes, or it would be a disaster, but him and Elena were still here, Jeremy was still alive so Stefan had no regrets.
"I need to feed," Stefan said suddenly, his eyes opening again and he turned his head, looking down at her. Elena tipped her chin, looking up at him and he rolled on his side. "Are you hungry," he asked. He felt his face involuntarily start to turn, slightly because of the hunger, it had been a few days. The people that were in his camp, exchanged their blood so Stefan and Elena could protect them, but that didn't mean that Stefan would take advantage of it.