She sat there a moment longer before pushing herself up. Instead of heading to her room, though, she went to the front door. Grabbing a jacket, she let herself out, but closing the door softly behind her.
He wanted to be away from her. And she knew he could use some alone time. The softness of the door shutting would barely make a difference to Damon, with his superior hearing, but it was important to Elena. She didn't want to have it shut with a banging thud.
She wasn't going to Stefan, wasn't going to talk to anyone else. She just needed to be alone herself. Jogging down the stairs, she pulled the jacket on.