Okay, and that's not helping with the whole being incredibly concerned thing, not that he already wasn't by the sight of her walking alone, looking like -- he's not sure he can put a word to it. All he knows is he wants to make it go away.

Matt's hand drops like it's been burned, and he lifts both hands in front of him. He won't touch her. He won't, even if what he really wants is to step forward and hug her.

There's a tightness working at his throat, and his voice sounds thicker than he knows it to be.

"Elena, what's going on?"