Stiles starts the car.

"That's—up to you, I'd say? You might want to call your parents to tell them if so."

Scott makes a call.

And Ade looks at Stiles. "So, um. Is this a dealbreaker?"

"My best friend is a werewolf, too. It's not an issue."

He grins. "Alright."

"Anyway, say hi to your mom for me. See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, until tomorrow, bye." He winks and waves.

"I can stay as long as I don't eat any of your food. Maybe another hour before I go."

He nods, and leads Scott inside. "You can too eat food if you like, but up to you." He gestures at a sofa and sits on another.

"What brought you guys to Beacon Hills, anyway?"

"Um. An incident. With uh. Werewolf hunters. Coming here in specific was a coincidence, we were just getting away."

"I'm sorry. How is your mom...handling everything?"

"We're... used to it, by now, I guess."

"How did you know you could tell her?" 

"...I tell her everything. And um. I was seven."

"I guess it's different. So, what about this anchor stuff? What kind of emotions can you focus on?"

"I'm not sure, but from a sample size of two, it's something you feel very strongly about, possibly related to something that happened. Maybe Stiles?"

"Yeah, something like that. Thanks." 

He looks around the apartment.

"Well that was fast. What'd you pick?"

The apartment: is small. There is a kitchen over there and a corridor leading to two bedrooms and a bathroom.

"Like you said, Stiles makes sense. Is it crowded in here, for the two of you?" 

"We don't spend most of our day here, and we're neither of us very, hmm, we don't really need a lot of space?"

"Your parents are divorced?" 

"Yyyyes. My father left my mom when I was little. Because he couldn't deal with my genderfluidity."

"That's good. I mean, not that- well, I'm glad you two had each other. Do you think you'll be staying in town?"