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[He manages a small wry smile at his comment about Lydia. That definitely solidifies his desire to shower. He bites his lip at the rest of her words, though, and nods in agreement. This isn't just about Scott, she's right. It's about them, too. He remembers Cora telling him that losing a pack member is like losing a limb, and he'd felt sick and horrified when Allison had died. But even this is different. Scott's there, but they can't reach him. It's too familiar, too much like other memories he has that he doesn't really want to think about.]

Yeah. It is. [He reaches out and rests a hand on her shoulder, squeezing lightly.] And you're right. It'll be okay when he wakes up. Until then we'll just...keep on keeping on, right?