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[The video clicks on, and Scott looks better than he has in a month. There's no perpetual droop to his shoulders, no hooded eyes, no cloud of doubt hanging on him. And what's more, he's not in his room, where he kind of ended up barricading himself at the end there. He is, in fact, in the Enclosure, standing on a lacrosse field. And he's smiling. It's small, a little apologetic, but very present.]

So last month....uh, it sucked. A lot. And I just want to say, to everyone I talked to or should have talked to, that I'm sorry. [His smile turns in a way that says he knows it wasn't strictly his fault, and he's not going to beat himself up over it, but he does wish he'd been able to beat it sooner.]

But I think we should all try to get past that, like, as quickly as possible, and I know there are some new people on board, so...Does anyone want to play lacrosse? We've still got a bunch of room on both teams. It's great for things like, working out aggression and...figuring out tactics? [Scott, never become a salesman.]

Plus, it's a ton of fun.

[He has resolved to be better and more available and throw some unrelenting optimism at everyone, look out Barge!!]

[Private to Clementine]

Hey. Um - I just, I want to apologize. For being so totally and completely useless. It's not gonna happen again.

[Because he's going to be better. He'll be stronger. Because he can't let anyone down again, and most importantly, he can't let anything happen to her.]

Wanna get something to eat?

[Private to Dean]

Hey, uh, I dunno if you don't want to hear it, but....thanks. I couldn't...I wasn't thinking straight. But I'm really glad you were there for her.

[Good job being a friend, Dean, now let Scott ooze gratitude.]

[Private to Cassel]

I've been thinking.

[He's been thinking about this on and off for a while, ever since Cassel and Chris got back from dinner at his mom's house. A lot of it is guilt: Mickey warned him, but Scott didn't go with. He let their heads get messed with.

But the part that bothers him most is that it was Cassel's mom. That she could be that twisted up, that she could do that to her own son. He knows how strongly Daneca felt about working, how she struggled with it, and the idea of someone - an adult, someone who should be completely trustworthy - not caring about it even half as much, has not sat well with him.

So he's been thinking about this a lot, because he wants to do something. Because he has to. Because Cassel is his friend, one of his best, and if he can do anything to make sure this won't ever happen again, then he has to do it.

Not to mention the other thing. Scott shrugs his shoulders.] ...About taking a trip back to your home.

[Private to Katniss]

I'm sorry if I freaked you out. I wasn't really thinking straight, when we met. Actually, I've been meaning to say hi for a while, I just....[He shrugs one shoulder apologetically.] Got distracted, I guess. I'm sorry.

[Private to pack + friends]

I'm going to be leaving the Barge for a bit. Just a day, two tops. I'll be back before you know it, but don't freak out if you can't find me for extra lacrosse practice or something.

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[so rude Clementine!! But he doesn't let it get to him, instead heading for the mess. He takes his time and walks there like a normal human being rather than use any extra speed - he's only been a werewolf for a couple years, it's not easy to overweight sixteen years of experience.

He glances around inside to make sure she hasn't beaten him there - if she hasn't, he waits outside, hands in his pockets. ]

[She's not there yet - taking her time, she makes her slow way to the dining hall, loping through the halls with her head down.]

[When she sees Scott, she snorts softly, just loud enough that someone - something with superhuman abilities could hear her.]

[True to supernatural form, he looks up when he hears the snort. And he smiles, because that's true to his form. He waits till she's close enough to talk, though; they can't all have crazy hearing. ]

I'd kill for a pizza right now.

Would you really.

[She knows it's a joke, of course, but she looks him up and down in a scrutinizing fashion anyway. Which is her own morbid, threatening version of a joke, a reminder to both of them who and what she is.]

We'd better get you some pizza, then.

[He tries to take it on the chin, shaking his head and smiling at her.]

Stiles probably still has the chains we used after the first full moon, if I ever really need it. [He heads inside, though, because his stomach is definitely growling, and makes a bee line for the buffet.]

[She gets her food in silence, and heads to the nearest open table. She usually eats alone, because, well, she doesn't make friends; she's never considered herself needing them. Sociability has always been something of a downfall in her line of work. The last time she had people she felt she could truly rely on was in the Marines, and that's a long time away.]

[It makes her uncomfortable to eat with Scott, really. He's too close and too much an enemy. But she doesn't flinch, doesn't move away when he sits down across from her.]

What do you want, really?

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