Damon had heard Elena come in and he glanced up at her. One look told him that something was wrong. That she was upset about something. And he hated that Elena was upset.
Instantly he tossed the book on the coffee table and the hand that had been holding it moved to gently stroke her hair. He may not be the touchy feely type usually, but Elena brought it out in him. He showed her sides to himself that nobody else got to see, because he loved her and trusted her. "You don't have to if you don't want to, but you can talk to me about whatever you're upset about," he said.