"Oh. Sorry," Scott said softly, hoping he hadn't insulted her. He took the rest of it in, nodding along with her explanation and thinking she didn't act like any of the rich people he'd ever met. "That all sounds...like a lot to handle."

He shrugged. "I learned to focus. Stiles helped me, and uh...my girlfriend back home, she helped too." And now he'd lost his focus, except maybe he'd found a new one. Maybe. If he hadn't screwed everything up--though the fact that she was in his kitchen drinking coffee and sharing their lives was definitely a good sign.

Derek had helped too, but it was probably a little early on in werewolf 101 to be outing him to Bay.