She loosens her grip on her knees, letting them stretch out a bit on the bed before looking over at her friend as she walks further into the room. A laugh escapes her mouth, but it's quiet and bitter and lacks any trace of actual humor.

"I didn't know I was supposed to wait for anyone."

She wasn't exactly going to go asking for a shoulder to cry on, and Damon had been the one to tell her to keep her mouth shut. Granted, he only said Stefan, but she and Elena hadn't actually been on the best terms lately.

"What did he tell you?"