"You didn't trust my judgement right away," Elena reminded him. "It took you time." And she hadn't even been with Damon at the time. She'd been with Stefan. He'd tried to kill them.
The way he was speaking, Elena felt like a bit of a spoiled brat. Her head ducked. She'd just gotten to the point of a good relationship with her biological father. And now it seemed they were on the verge of it being torn apart again.
He said Isobel cried, and Elena couldn't help the surprise that flitted across her face. It definitely did not fit in with the Isobel she'd known. She hadn't had emotions.
Hesitating a moment, Elena looked up to him. "...maybe we could try something small. Coffee or a dinner or something. So I can try to meet the Isobel you know."