He didn't want to overwhelm her, and he knew this was probably too much. She was going to tell him that she couldn't feel what he wanted her to, couldn't remember. It was all too much to follow, to understand, and then her stomach growled. She laughed, and for Damon Elena's laugh was infectious. He joined in, grinning, and pulling his hand back. His laugh was more silent, but still jovial, happy to be here with Elena at all.