[Scott hesitates at first, because it's something personal that he's about to share with someone who's almost a perfect stranger. But he pushes himself to his feet, mostly just to be moving.]

Mine was Allison.

[He falters, then, because he doesn't know what he hast to explain and what he doesn't.] She was, um. My girlfriend. She kept me calm, when I was still trying to figure out how not to wolf out in the middle of class.