Scott finds a seat near enough to Erica but not beside her, and with enough space for Stiles to sit near him when (or if) he ever chooses to stop wiggling about and sit down. He shuffles his hands, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, and rubs his neck– and his hand finds its way down to his pocket, making sure the stupid inhaler is there. Scott's been checking nearly every five minutes- it's something to think about more than anything, as much as he might hate it.
He looks up at Erica again with the thought- because she could be in a much more uncomfortable position than he is, right?- and before Stiles begins his monologue, leans over. "You're okay, though, right?" Scott asks- not quite gently but not maliciously, either. He can try to keep his puppy grudges as much as he wants, but Scott can't hide the fact he worries about all of them.
His eyes flick back to Derek and then to Stiles, and he almost finds his head swimming. Since his senses have been dulled Scott's found himself looking and listening in circles, as if chasing ghosts of things he feels he should be able to see and hear and smell.
...God, he'd wanted to be human again for so long. Had he really become so dependant on those werewolf senses? Everything is so much quieter than before- Derek's commands and Erica's sass and Stiles's... everything.
Everything is so much quieter, and he has to shake his head to make sure he hasn't missed Erica's response or the beginning of Stiles's impromptu lecture.
I never said I was complaining.
He looks up at Erica again with the thought- because she could be in a much more uncomfortable position than he is, right?- and before Stiles begins his monologue, leans over. "You're okay, though, right?" Scott asks- not quite gently but not maliciously, either. He can try to keep his puppy grudges as much as he wants, but Scott can't hide the fact he worries about all of them.
His eyes flick back to Derek and then to Stiles, and he almost finds his head swimming. Since his senses have been dulled Scott's found himself looking and listening in circles, as if chasing ghosts of things he feels he should be able to see and hear and smell.
...God, he'd wanted to be human again for so long. Had he really become so dependant on those werewolf senses? Everything is so much quieter than before- Derek's commands and Erica's sass and Stiles's... everything.
Everything is so much quieter, and he has to shake his head to make sure he hasn't missed Erica's response or the beginning of Stiles's impromptu lecture.