"You say that like it is a bad thing."

"Do you two need a minute?"

"More than a minute, give me some credit."

"Scott, it is just me or this feels like a potentially disastrous teaming up?"

"C'mon, Henry I know you would love to join in the fun," Gabe says with a wink.

"Well, first I would like to know if it would relevant that: Stiles is the Sheriff's son; Gabe is biologically twenty, chronologically nearly-a-hundred; and my face is identical to Scott's. I case those can be sources of trouble."

"I'm mature for my age."

"And very charming too."

"It might be relevant that Gabe maturity is closer to a twenty year old than a centenarian."

"Stiles, this is your dad's office. He works here, every day. He's in the building right now!"

"Good point. That means he's not home. Gabe? Feel like taking a trip?"

"Sure, can Henry come too?"

"Um."

"Hey, it's just your face. I'm sure he's a little different everywhere else. And definitely where it matters."

"I meant his brain, his head, his mind, honestly, what is wrong with you? Okay, let's go."

"Now that sounds like a sensible course of action."

Henry actually looks kinda of conflicted.

"Uh, does it actually bother you Scott?"

"A little, yeah. I'll try not to think about it too much. Not my business, really."

"Well, you are our dimensional-host here. And I should get introduced to Lydia and maybe check Stiles before he and Gabe get to know each other."

"Check him for what?"

"Check him in case there is some secret or unknown magic in him. Just to make sure he isn't a incubus or anything."