She could tell he was hurt. They'd been together long enough that she knew how to read him just as well as he could her, undoubtedly. But she could only offer a hesitant smile and nod of her own. It probably was for the best. Get out in the open, somewhere it was harder for Damo to overhear them.
"Yeah," Elena agreed, strands of hair falling forward over her shoulder as her head ducked. "Come on." Moving forward, she waited for Stefan to fall in step beside her. Though she couldn't bring herself to make small talk as they descended the stairs, her gaze kept flitting over to him every few seconds, the guilty feeling growing within.
As they stepped outside, she took a deep breath. "I don't really know where to start..." But if there was something specific Stefan wanted to know, she'd begin with that.