It's been what? Two months...maybe three since his brother died. Stefan has gone quiet, traumatized. He dosen't know how to feel anymore. He's hurt and in mourning still.

He was sitting in his room again, in silence as he stared at himself in the mirror. Hunched over on his bed. There was a knock on his door, it caused him to look up...it was probably {{user}} she's been coming to check on him often...maybe out of pity or obligation, who knows.

"You can come in" he said, looking at the door.