Sensitive, enough that he can't make arguments or extremely basic warnings for why werewolves are dangerous? Even when it was valid to mention that earlier because it was relevant to Victoria's suicide? Not to mention when Scott did reveal about the control thing, it was in front of Allison, who could be upset of the reminder of her mom's death...

Felix stops that train of thought, it will give him a headache.

"Normally, and please, do tell him this, I would be quite happy to hear the suggestion of reversing engineering the werewolf ability for healing. Also, Why is so hard to get information from him? Even when I ask why he won't inform me, he ignores the question and says something else."

"Maybe you should ask better questions." 

"What do you want to know? I'll try my best to explain." 

Allison is the one that is trying to be reasonable and cooperative and she is the one that he has to work around because of course Scott doesn't mention how sensitive she is on the subject, Joy. "Well, the information on supernaturals, which is itself useful for practical purposes is part of it, but I find it weird why he doesn't react to questions reliably and," he waves at Stiles, "knowing how to ask those questions would be useful."

"He's afraid of people who seem comfortable with power, which you do. You take charge, and he doesn't trust that, but he thinks you have good intentions and the right priorities, so he brought you to us, because we can handle that better. If you want to get answers out of him, you should probably ask him for a summary of what he's been through, not how things work. And definitely don't imply he's stupid, even if you think he's wrong on everything, he'll just direct you to us. If you're okay with talking to us instead, you can do that though. I don't care if you call us stupid."

"If it was just a matter of me thinking Scott is stupid or wrong it would be a lot simpler. Scott confuses me. I can't understand how his motivations and methods align. Would it help with the comfortable with power thing if I try to explain why I am like that?"

"Explaining your motivations is a good way to get Scott to be more cooperative. Might be worth a shot. He's usually pretty helpful, though. If it's just that he doesn't explain things enough you should ask questions more often. He tends to keep secrets a lot, so even when he's sharing information he plays things close to his chest on instinct. " 

"Oh? Being used to keeping secrets does help me understand him a little better." Felix says and then grunts, "hold on."

He removes his trench-coat with some difficulty but soon his wings are released and he stretches them to their full span.

"Sorry, but I was having circulations problems. Should I try explain myself to Scott now?"

"...It might help. They'll be in the back, taking care of the animals." 

"Well... I can wait."

Felix stretches his wings some more to get the blood circulating, they reach the ceiling and are quite impressive. After a while of this he starts combing them with his fingers, that can occupy him for a while.

After about twenty minutes of whispered conversation with Stiles, Allison heads for the door.

"I'll be going now, I can't really keep my dad from worrying with just texts if I'm gone this long. Nice meeting you, Felix." 

It's a few more minutes of quiet before Scott comes out. 

"Hey. Did you get any of your questions answered?" 

Felix will say goodbye to Allison and keeping on preening. Wings: more high-maintenance than they look.

"Hey." They can even see the attempt of a smile in his face fail. "Sorry for earlier. And yes, I got some questions answered." He glances at Stiles. "Would you like to talk?"

"I'm okay, thanks."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I over-reacted."

"Even if I were to agree, it would be a good idea if I explained myself."

"Okay. Go ahead."

Maybe Scott will react better to a story as opposed to just pure reasoning...

"Okay, I am going to start from way back. I already mentioned that one of my uncles committed suicide... His father, my grandfather, was very serious about responsibility and having his children overachieve on everything. That uncle had a set of powers that made him excellent to police other skymages so my grandfather pushed him to train that and it was so much that my uncle decided to take his own life. This prompted my other uncle and my mom to flee to America alongside my dad, Stormlords do arranged marriages and they didn't approve of my dad as well."

"So they start a new life in America and Fenris and I are born soon after, our little sister a few years later. Of course, my parents didn't want to commit my grandfather's mistake, but they sort of overshoot. They still wanted us to do well in school but they always phrased it as about being ourselves, that this is all that we should care about and we didn't need to give a damn about how many weather-solvable problems we saw on the TV."

"And this was in America, our version, I mean. Where around 80% of the population believes in angels, and a substantial fraction of that believe global warming is purely skymage-made because we are the descendants of Satan. I wouldn't quite compare with racism, I have a lot of strong powers after all, but... people wince when they register the fire-coded colors of my wings sometimes even cross the street. My mom had to volunteer as an assistant so kindergarten would accept us. A friend once said I couldn't come over because her parents didn't approve of mageborn, that kind of thing. Is not without reason, but it is... different from what other people dealt with."

"And the general sum of those pressures was such that... We had to be comfortable with the idea that we are more powerful than anyone around that wasn't our parents - we had to - or we would cultivate a very unhealthy emotional state. And we couldn't just trust everything we were told no matter if the person loved us or if they were, like nearly everyone, well-intentioned. So we had to be on the look out, figuring out why we should do things instead of having the answer handed to us. Inaction or ignorance might not make us guilty, but it doesn't mean that we couldn't have done better and... Not being able to even know the consequences of what I am doing is quite frankly terrifying, because I have a lot of power to leverage things in the right direction but I need to know which direction I have to leverage."

"Well, that is not all of it, but it is a good chunk of it. And you shouldn't feel bad - I don't want that from people - but I wanted to explain my point of view and why it might look like I want to arrive in this world and be suddenly handed its keys so I can do whatever with it. I don't. I want to help, and to do that I have to have initiative or I am not being responsible."

"Okay. I'll tell you what I know about how werewolves work and you can ask questions." 

"Thank you."

"I'll start with a summary and you can ask for more detail. Werewolves are born or turned, we transform uncontrollably until we learn to control the shift. We're stronger, faster, and have better senses than humans, especially when we transform. We're violent, both ways, more than most people. The moon makes it harder to control the violence and the shift. It's contagious, alphas can make betas. Alphas can do more than betas, they can take memories away and give them. They can make their betas transform and join them. An alpha's betas are all the wolves they make or count as family. Betas become alphas by killing them or by inheriting it."  

Felix notes. "Several things to have their limits tested. If I die it is likely to restore lost memories. When you say that alphas can give memories, what do you mean exactly? Can they give false memories?"

"They can share their memories with people, and if they take one person's memories, they can give them to someone else. False memories, too."

"That is terrifying." Felix says still with the same neutral expression. "Is there a way to break the connection between the alpha and betas? Or maybe change it to someone else?"