He was laying on Damon's hotel room bed, and watched his brother and Elena moving around, both pacing frantically. Well, Elena was. Stefan turned his head to look at his older brother. "You stole my hero hair. Your eyes distract everyone when it comes to actually doing things and the way you squint is obnoxious. Sometimes I just want to slap that smirk off your face and other times, okay, I'll admit it, my damn older brother is totally kissable, but hey - you didn't hear that from me." He shrugged, then looked to Elena.
"I loved you, yeah, but you love Damon, it hurts to see you together; maybe because I'm selfish, yeah, I'm real selfish. I wanted you to be mine and only mine forever. And I wanted my brother to myself... no matter how badly I pushed him away. But if things start getting toxic between the two of you, I swear I'll kick your ass. Because you know what? Damon's the most important person to me."
He looked over at his older brother, then shoved his hand forward to slap the Bourbon bottle right out of it, and caused it to shatter on the floor. "Stop drinking, dick. Your blood alcohol level isn't going to help."