She stayed close for a moment. He could calm her more effectively than he realized. It was mainly because Elena trusted him to live up to whatever promise he made her. They'd had their difficulties, roadbumps in the past. But it was just that. The past. And while Stefan had been gone and after he'd been lost to them, they'd grown closer.
Elena nodded before she shifted, letting her head rest against his chest, arms winding around his torso. "I'd like that," she agreed, voice still thick with tears. She'd like to stay in a place she knew was safe. And with Damon.
Her arms tightened around him. "You're not the screw-up." Voice was firm. "Damon...you're not the bad brother. You have so much good in you." And she knew he would always be there for her.