Stefan shakes the shirt to rid it of any cat hair that might've stuck to the fibers of the fabric before pulling it on over his head. Clothed once more, he knows that it's time for him to go. His piece has been said and he's engaged in more behind this closed door than he intended, but he doesn't regret it. They both needed that, needing the reassurance that what they felt for one another hadn't gone away.

"You'll talk to Damon and the others about the moonstone?"