[Another small smile, and Scott nods. He reaches up, resting his hand on Stiles' arm, squeezing lightly.]
I'm glad you're here, Stiles. [It's not that he would have no one, if he'd still caught up without Stiles here. He'd be sitting with Cassel, or Peter, and it would be good, but it wouldn't be the same. Stiles is his brother in almost every way. He doesn't have to explain things to Stiles. He doesn't have to tell Stiles who Allison is. Who Aiden is.
Private
[Another small smile, and Scott nods. He reaches up, resting his hand on Stiles' arm, squeezing lightly.]
I'm glad you're here, Stiles. [It's not that he would have no one, if he'd still caught up without Stiles here. He'd be sitting with Cassel, or Peter, and it would be good, but it wouldn't be the same. Stiles is his brother in almost every way. He doesn't have to explain things to Stiles. He doesn't have to tell Stiles who Allison is. Who Aiden is.
Were. He can't accept that tense, not yet.]
Seriously.