"Fuck," Stefan cursed in a whisper, low and almost growly. It was just like Damon. Wake up from years upon years of sleep only to throw himself in a fight. A fight that should have already happened. Stefan was never really close to Allison and Scott until they started taking over parental duties with Lucy. It just seemed better that way and the day that Faith died, Stefan went on his own for what seemed like forever before he returned. It was a loss and it was a loss he felt often, if not every day. But he was happy now with Elena. Things were somewhat back to normal with the exception of Damon not being around, but if he were around, that meant that Stefan wouldn't have Elena.
There was nothing that was going to stop him from seeing his brother, so he just shrugged, moving to walk again. "Then I guess we're going," Stefan said.
He felt Elena's small hand in his and he held onto it as they walked. "It would be like him to do this. I just wished it was him trying to find us," he said and Elena went to interject and Stefan nodded, "I know, we don't know what really happened until we find out."