[He holds his breath for maybe two seconds at that news: he's been scared about that, about her finding out and hating what he's turned into. Or finding out and being put in danger because of it. It's probably a good thing he doesn't know what's coming right now. His shoulders aren't strong enough to carry the weight yet.

Running a hand through his hair, Scott grabs the desk chair and tugs it over so he can sit facing Stiles.]

Seriously? [A hint of the smile is back.] Ohhh my God, I didn't even...[He relaxes back into the chair and shakes his head. He didn't realize how much he wanted to tell her until right now.]

Oh-- [He leans forward, elbows on his knees again.] Right. Pretty much everyone here knows. Turns out it's like, way harder to keep a secret when there's someone with some crazy comic book power everywhere you look.