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[Scott hasn't been out and about lately, but the few who have seen him around will note that he looks better. A little less freaked, less drawn, less doubting why he's here. He looks solid again - and concerned.

And maybe a touch afraid because this is a big thing for him, okay.]

I'm a werewolf.

[Oh god he just said it this is huge-ish] I only have been for a few - I guess a couple months, now. I don't really know crap about it, but I know - I'm not that douche from the flood, or the other Barge, or whatever that was. I'm not an alpha. I couldn't turn anyone even if I wanted to and trust me - I really, really don't.

I know everyone's tired of apologies, but I just need to say it, for me. I'm not that guy. I'm nothing like that guy, cause that guy was like the psycho who bit me, and I don't ever want to be like him.

So. Okay. Thanks, I guess. And if you're going to like, grab pitchforks and torches or something, can you just let me know, first? And if you need me, I'm gonna be in the CES with some lacrosse stuff. [Which is his way of saying he's available for lighthearted sports fun if anyone needs to loosen up.]

[Filtered to all his friends, IF YOU THINK YOU ARE ON IT, YOU ARE!!]

I know it's a little late, but if we haven't talked yet can you just - let me know you're okay? Please?

[Do it, because anyone who doesn't respond will absolutely be hunted down.]

[Private to Elena]

I'm sorry. [Apologies are not hard for him: there is always something or other to apologize for, and Elena definitely, definitely deserves one. He attacked her, for no reason, he was a budding psycho, and maybe it wasn't him, but he doesn't think he could live with not apologizing.]

I know it's all messed up and that wasn't even really me, but I'm sorry. Can I, I dunno...can I do anything? Do you need anything?

[Spam for Cassel]

[Knock knock, buddy. Scott knows how to return a favor. He's got a six pack of beer in one hand and a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other.]

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[Wow. Okay, small words, use them.]

Well, it's a ship, not a planet. So presumably, unless I've missed a great damn satellite regularly orbitting . . .

[u don't know his life mal]

You are like, my favorite person in the universe right now.

[she knows ur dum]

Because I didn't notice a nonexistent moon? You have very low standards.

[sometimes he r smart!!]

At least I don't get disappointed much.

[You fucker. Stop making her like you.]

Have you considered what happens if we come into port somewhere where there is a full moon?

[Absolutely not.]

I'll...do what I've been doing. [srsly scott good job] I mean, I'll stay away. I'll lock myself up.

...

I could stay in zero, I guess. Right?

It's certainly the first step of a plan.

[Go on, Scoot.]

So I need someone to lock me up. If it's - if it's necessary.

Do you trust me?

[The smart answer here should be no. But the most efficacious answer would be yes. Funny how that works.]

...I don't know yet. [Which is the honest answer. He barely knows her. Barely knows Dean. He doesn't like that they're signing up to lock him up or put him down, even if, in a roundabout sort of way, he gets why it's necessary.]

[Not in the least offended:]

Then if that's the best plan you've got, find someone you trust and get them to lock you up. If it's not the best plan, come up with a better one.

[You are a cool if frightening lady, Mal.]<,/small>

I will. I swear I will.

[That is exactly what she strives to be, thank you.]

Good.

And don't let Dean get to you. It's not personal.

Yeah, he's - he's okay.

I think.

Offer to hit him in the face always stands, by the way.

You are like, the weirdest friend.

I've been told. I'm the weirdest plenty-of-things. But weird doesn't make me any less excellent.

Totally.

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