Stefan moves off the bed, finding his boxers first where they landed near the door and pulls them on. His shirt, he finds resting beneath Charlotte, who decided to curl up on it and make the wife beater her new bed. He kneels beside the kitten, who mews at him in protest when he moves her off the shirt and too the floor.

"Sorry, girl," he tells her, scratching the kitten under her chin. "I need this."