[ You might need to give Stiles, one, too. He nods, taking a gulp of soda when it's sat down on the table along with his mother's martini. ]

Not yet. And we don't tell them anything. They're just people. [ Which is weird. ] Oh. Actually, we're invited to a day at the beach with them. [ Obviously, you're coming. You'll believe him, then.

He's gotten through most of the otherworldly stuff. Magic is too hard to explain. He's got timelines. Not giving information away. ] It's like back home. Nobody knows I'm a werewolf. [ That never changes. Not yet, anyway. This place would probably take it in stride. But, we will see. ]

Okay. I do have something else to tell you. [ His other hand finds his soda glass as he looks down. ] Stiles and I are living with Derek.