So, in the end, Damon had been avoiding Elena for nothing. He had been the one creating the distance between them, and for what? Because of something that she couldn't even remember.
"Forget I asked about it. Forget I compelled you," he said, erasing his question from her mind. At least now they could go on with their lives, and restart Elena's training. He hesitated for a moment, but then expanded his compulsion.
"Be happy to see me," he said quietly. He would never admit to forcing such a thing, nor would he admit how much it pained him to do it, but he needed his Elena back. He slid back to her side, stretching out on the bed.