action.
[ she's withstood his confusion, learned to weather the awe that eventually followed. maybe it's the only way not to fall into it; elena knows how she feels, what she feels and how she chooses those feelings.
she doesn't correct him, but her eyes fly up to his; her head tilts. (they know better, but that's not her point. her point is why he'd be saying it now.) her hand hovers over his shoulder, collides with and moves down his arm. she's not entirely sure why he's showing her this either. she pulls in a breath, closes her parted lips at the sight of the angry, jagged scar.
(it wasn't a clean cut. it was painful - ) she shifts on her feet, closer, and her hand touches his fingers over his shirt. moves down to trace above the wound. ] Damon...
[ it was stupid. it was stupid and he got hurt. by rebekah. (she regards their alliance for a second.) she doubts his run-in with klaus helped.