Elena looked at Damon expressionlessly. She wondered what what was going on with him. It was confusing. She watched as he attempted to explain something to her, but she wasn't able to understand what he was even going on about."Damon, what happened?"she asked softly, knowing that using a harsh tone of voice with him would send him into a fit of rage. She moved some hair from her dark eyes and she continued to stare at him. The girl glanced at Stefan, and then his . It seemed like Stefan was just as worried as she was. He had every reason to be worried, he was really the only one that could control Damon, he was the only one that could understand what he was going through."C'mon, you can tell me."she urged him calmly, having no idea as to what he could have done. Elena moved over to where he was sitting and she sat down on the arm of his chair, a hand at the back of his neck, gently running a hand through his hair. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen him so distressed about something.