Elena has lived enough time in Chicago now to understand things that would've thoroughly confused her previously. Concepts as time travel, alternate timelines, alternate universes, are things that don't quite faze her anymore. It doesn't mean that it can't catch her by surprise when it applies to her, specifically. The way his voice cuts off makes her chest ache, and she slips her hand gently against his neck once he does the same. "I don't think I do," she answers, just as softly. She can tell by the look on his face alone that it has been some time -- and that itself is something she can't quite grasp -- but she just saw him. Or a version of him. This is where it gets fuzzy.

Elena looks up at him in time to meet his eyes, and she opens her mouth to respond, but it takes several moments for her to do so. "I -- yeah," she answers with a small, breathed out laugh. It's become so normal to her she had almost forgotten why he would look so surprised. "Yeah, you -- he? -- sort of make it a point to do it every day."

She glances at the hand he places on her shoulder, before she lifts her gaze back up at him, worry darkening her expression.