Stefan hadn’t tried to maneuver out from under the clothes particularly fast. The remnants of his own fear lingered but he as long as it was out there, he wanted to stay hidden. That was, afterall, what it had seen in him. Cowardice and a long pattern of pretending to be someone or something he wasn’t.
Light finally streamed through the open door and judging from the sounds, or lack thereof, he deemed it safe. It was a few moments before he managed to hop out from under his shirt, letting out a long sigh. “Godfuckingdammit.” They were finally free and he couldn’t just walk out of there. Not easily anyway. He hopped off his clothes and turned his head up to try to look at them. “Can someone get those?”