Stefan focused on anything but her face, at least for the moment. Her hands were on his cheeks and his hands came up, covering hers, holding them before pushing them away softly. He was worried about Damon, his main concern was Damon, but as they walked closer and closer to where he could be, it was tugging at him. The thoughts that were going through his mind, he wondered if Elena was thinking about it to. About them. Stefan wasn't jaded, he knew that he got Elena back because of the dream walker. He knew that if Damon survived, this, their great love would have never happened. They had stuck by eachother through everything since Damon was gone, maybe it was comfort, maybe it was out of some type of duty, maybe they just owed eachother that but none of those reasons seemed justifiable.
He loved Elena. He loved Elena. He never stopped. It was always her and while he spent a great deal with Faith, fought for her, stayed by her side, loved her, cared for her, was loyal to her and her decisions, it never meant he stopped for Elena. He knew they had all the time in the world, he just didn't know it would be this soon, he didn't know it would be because of Damon's misfortune.
His eyes tore away from her and he looked away, his hands on his hips, defeated by his own reasoning, he shook his head.
"I know. I know," was all he said. "I'm sorry, I just ... I mean, we really don't know what happened to him. We don't know who he's with. We sense Lucy, but do we really know that? It's just false hope, I don't know." With a sigh, he turned, looking back at the lighthouse, it was still in somewhat of a view.
"I just can't lose him again," Stefan confessed, biting his cheek, willing whatever emotion that was about to hit him to not. "Let's go," he said, turning his back on Elena and heading again back toward whatever hunch they were getting pulled into.