When Damon had brushed her cheeks with his fingertips, Elena had leaned into the touch before she had shifted to fall asleep against him. She didn't know why this felt right, it just did. That, and Damon was very comfortable. Even when he started to move.
Mumbling in her sleep as she was picked up, Elena wrapped her arms around Damon's neck, after briefly waking up from the movement, resting her head on his shoulder. She wasn't thinking about how this would look but it was late so there probably wouldn't be too many people out anyway. Not that she cared. She was avoiding the depressing thoughts that were threatening to overwhelm her alcohol induced mind by falling back asleep. She liked Damon's arms, they were comforting.