He looks at Scott. "You knew?"

"I found out just before practice. Derek knew, which is why he kept telling me to stay away from her."

He pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes. "Hadn't she arrived just one week ago?" he asks without opening them. "How exactly are they local? Why are they here?"

"Ten years ago, Chris and Victoria moved away with their daughter, Allison. Now Chris and Victoria are back, with their daughter. They probably heard about the alpha too."

"And why did all these people come? Why now?" Pause. "Why did you?"

"No hunter would let a town with an alpha problem solve it alone. And me and Laura weren't going to stay away with a new pack in our territory."

"Your territory?"

"Laura?"

"My pack used to live here, around six years ago."

"Okay so you and the hunters all came to deal with this alpha? Why is he here?"

"To kill people. I haven't exactly interrogated him on his motives."

Stiles squeezes Ade's hand.

Squeeze.

"Why'd your pack move? Who's this alpha trying to kill? What power does having a beta give you?"

"I'd rather not share my whole life story, I don't know who he's going to kill, but probably anyone who smells funny or gets in his way-the usual reasons. Having a beta improves an alpha's physical strength, and improves their endurance and resilience." 

Scott makes a face.

"Stiles, can you do a better job of cleaning this thing? It smells awful." 

He opens his window slightly.

"Gets in his way—of doing what?" Pause. "...Derek did you kill someone."

"What?!"

"No. I buried someone. Not really your business."

"Sorry, Stiles, I guess your car is fine."

He looks out the window. 

"Who was it?"

"What gives you the right to know? There are enough problems to handle, why ask about things you don't even care about, just to be nice?" 

Ade... has a bit more tact than that. "I'm very sorry for your loss, whatever it may have been. Let's not talk about it."

"I don't need to manage three of you at once. Give me a time and a place and we can talk...whatever your name is."

"Ade. My place sound good? My mother would... kinda love to know more, too."

"Fine by me."

Does he need both hands to drive? 

...Probably. He retreives both hands, and they're ready to go.