"Yeah. Maybe we should just finish the pizza and talk about something else. Regan, are you two liking the town so far?"

Regan accepts the turn in the conversation. "There's not much town? But everyone has been really nice. It's smaller than the places we usually stay."

"What, you're not satisfied with our bumping nightlife?"

"We could go bowling next time, if you guys are up for it."

"Oh. That would be great, Scott. All four of us, bowling, together."

She ignores her sister's desperate 'do-not-leave-me' eyes. "You wouldn't rather ditch the third and fourth wheel and have a nice romantic and alone time?"

"Maybe we'll just watch a movie. Sorry, Stiles."

"Not even a little bit disappointed, Scott. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Regan rolls her eyes. "Does this town even have a cinema?"

"I'll have you know we have two. The second one showed up three years back."

"What kind of movies do you like?"

"Action, adventure, romcom...you pick."

"Okay."

Pizza!

Pizza.

Yup. Pizza. This is not really going anywhere useful.

"Do we have plans after food, or?"

"Stiles could drop you off at home, and me and Scott can just walk around town for a while."

"That would be nice."

Regan notices Scott's state immediately. His heart is beating fast and loud in her ears. He's struggling for breath. The wood beneath his hands strains, creaking. He's gripping it too hard. It's going to split. He's losing control.

She could do a great many things right now. She has power to calm him, or she could even reach out to him as a person. But they're not people. And she has a job to do.

"I wouldn't mind staying out a little later."

"Right. Well, I'm gonna head out. Scott, I'll see you tonight?"

"...Scott?"