He swiftly steps inside, shutting the door behind him and locking it. The locks may or may not be reliable and do the job they're supposed to, but at the moment, Stefan doesn't care. Hopefully people are too busy trying to discern their situations and locate friends and loved ones to invade a room belonging to someone else - or at least have the decency to knock. He abandoned his own tablet in the room he'd woken up in, and Elena had hidden hers. No-one would see this, and he needed to do this.

Stefan's hands come up to touch her face; her temples and then her cheeks before he slides his fingers into her hair, muttering a quick, "Hi," and then kissing her.