"Anyway, maybe we should talk about the reincarnation thing?"

"I use the Change to completely alter myself, biologically, when I'm a girl," he explains anyway, smirking, then turns to Scott. "What in particular?"

"I guess the part where you chose me for a mythic destiny and don't remember it? Have you thought about, um. Why Clow Reed did what he did? Some of it doesn't make much sense."

"I don't think I could begin to guess—he had access to way more information than I do, in the form of actually seeing the future. This was probably the best choice he could have made, but ducked if I know why it was."

"Psychics should take better notes."

"I guess so. I just hope we get to catch the cards before they do lots of damage, in his plan."

"I wouldn't have purposefully crippled myself unless I had a pretty darn good reason for it."

Shrug.

Scott gets off at his stop, and that leaves Sadde alone with Stiles. 

In very deed. He gives directions to his place.

After a few minutes of relative silence, he clears his throat.

"What's his family like?" 

"...kinda nuts, to be honest. A lot of what he is like is probably coping mechanisms, he's doing surprisingly well for someone with... those people around."

"So the sorcerer family is 'kinda nuts', good. And they're worse than him."

"...different than him? He's not bad, I'm pretty sure he's just been—raised with a certain idea of what he should do, should be, and about the cardcaptor and Clow Reed, and... Reality isn't that."

"Not saying he's a bad person, just not a good one. Might need directions for this part, I don't usually drive this way."

He gives said directions.

"So are you two doing it both ways, or is he picky?"

"Why, jealous?"

"No, just wondering. I get it, you don't kiss and tell, smart. Good move, honestly, probably a good way to keep people kissing you."

That brings them to Sadde's house.

"It's mostly out of a suspicion that he would not appreciate it if I told; I personally don't care, and I don't know why but I have an inkling if I were kissing you you wouldn't object to my telling; am I wrong?"

He winks and leaves the car without waiting for an answer.

He won't see any of the faces Stiles makes, then.

He does eventually remember to drive off, once he's done thinking about that.