[ The last thing Damon wants is for Elena to realize that he's hurt because he doesn't need her pity (and he's not all that hurt even, pfft), but when he sees the look on her face; one that most likely mirrors his own (how even? he's incapable of feels), he briefly considers not letting out the next jackass thing that comes to mind.
Briefly -- because he's an idiot. ]
There's clearly no one here but kittens, so I'll go right ahead and say it, hm? Save you the trouble?
Whatever happened in the apartment, happened in the apartment, Damon. It'll be our dirty little secret. Caroline never has to know. Blah blah blah. I get it. DNW.