"Stefan," Elena called out. Sighing softly, her eyes met Damon's for a moment. Then her jaw set, head shaking. "Don't," she advised, before he could say anything. She didn't want to hear anything from him about this not being the time. She needed to do this. Needed to at least try to reach out to the Stefan she knew was in there.
Leaving Damon behind, Elena followed him to his room, knocking softly. "Stefan, please." Her voice was full of hurt, though she managed to bite back tears. She didn't open the door. She wouldn't until he made that first move. "Please talk to me."