[He knows. He knows it's messed up and bad, and when Scott just stares at him it only makes him feel worse about it. Again. He ducks his head, avoiding direct eye contact. Not his proudest moment by a long shot.]

I mean, I've gotten in fights and stuff but that was the worst thing. I've got intermittent explosive disorder, I'm supposed to be on medication for it. But it's been a lot better since I started hanging out with you guys.

[Well. Better, different...it's hard to say that the werewolf version is really BETTER. It's just easier to get him out of it. Theoretically.]

Unless you mean like. Things like that here.