[Which is why Stiles is so very hesitant to tell Scott about any of the bad stuff that's happened. Because there's been so much of it. He feels older than seventeen. He feels much, much older than seventeen. He watches Scott sit down and face him, watches the smile that tugs at his mouth.

And a little of his own stress lightens at that. He can hardly remember the last time he's seen Scott happy about anything. And it's enough to make him decide he's definitely not saying anything about things like kanimas, darachs, alpha packs, ritual suicide or demonic fox possessions. And he's definitely not saying anything about Allison's death.

He finds himself smiling back.]

Yeah, seriously. [Granted, Melissa had been freaked out for a few days, but she'd gotten over it quickly and she and Scott were closer than ever.]

Are you -- [His eyes are wide again. Still, the idea that everyone on the ship knows that Scott is a werewolf is kind of unsettling.] Wow. Okay that's...a big thing. Is everyone, you know, okay about it? I mean, no one's tried to... [Hunt you, he asks silently, afraid of what the answer might be.]