Yeah, maybe we will. But for the time being things are okay. And your sister - you guys kinda need that sliver of time together before she tears your throat out. It's not like you're gone forever. You jackass, you better not be? Who else can front on people in a leather jacket the way you do? Loom like a creepy shadow, bustin' into people's homes to stare them down. Pin them against walls with spooky eye contact. I'll tell you the answer on that one: Nobody.

[Half mocking, half actually - truthful, there's not really any replacement for Derek. Stiles is helping himself to the scraps off of his plate, stuffing them into his burger with his hands like a kid building a sandcastle. It's messy and disgusting but he fights to keep it all together for his next bite. Predictably, half of it falls back out to smack on his plate. He also talks while still chewing, pointing with his finger to punctuate his sentences.]

Scott and Isaac got the woof factor down in your absence and me, Lydia and Allison are also kinda around. If you count bow and arrows, fugue state dead body discovery and my excellent brain for... things as useful. Which I do. God, what else has happened? My dad knows. So does Scott's mom. Annnd Allison's dad. Trifecta of knowing parents knowing things that parents know now. Knowingly.