Mine are, too. [ Is it bad that he's grateful he's not alone? But after two years, Scott has grown used to depending on his senses. Has accepted that he's a werewolf. This is his place in life, but now, part of it has been taken away from him. It's difficult to come to terms with, something he reflects on now as ironic. Hadn't he wanted to get rid of his lycanthropy before? ] I can catch a scent if I'm right on top of it, but it's weak. We're not fully human, for sure, but it's still... It's halved.

[ His fingers tap nervously on the lid of the suitcase, both before he opens it and after Derek closes it. But as it's shut, he scrambles the numbers on the lock, to make sure it can't be opened by anyone that doesn't know the combination. He's just glad there isn't anything else in it. Means they can do something with it, like hide it somewhere. ]

It's not like any of us knew it'd happen, Derek. I mean, we haven't trusted Peter despite whatever "help" he's offered, and we've always known he's been up to something, but we couldn't have ever known that... That Kate would come back, that he'd work with her. And we came out of it okay - like, really okay, considering you died for a while there. Because you came to help me.