[ Scott has spent much of the last month alone. Two people he'd cared for and his mother of all people had vanished from the City. And then, just like that, for a night he'd been human again. And hurt. Coupling that with his being an alpha (Derek being an alpha) and the fact that his heart had darkened thanks to the Nematon, he'd spent a month away. Part of him was working out what it meant to be an alpha. What it meant for him to be. Part of him was also getting over - or trying to - his losses.

He feels more guilty and any of his friends could ever know and it's taken this long to peek his head out. The straw that broke the camel's back was realizing he'd missed Thanksgiving.

He'd done what he could in the clinic. But, he'd stayed on the outskirts. Not in his apartment.

How do you apologize for that?

When Scott addresses the network, he's back inside his clinic. He doesn't know what to say and he's not good with words. ]

Sorry to anyone that's worried. And for messages I haven't gotten back to. I'm around again. And the Clinic's on its way. I know I contacted some of you about it. But, we're closer than ever. Finally.

[ Another beat as he gives a sincerely apologetic look into the camera. Before he can say anything else he shuts it off... ]

stiles l

Hey, man. I'm around again. And I'm sorry for not being around.

derek l

Thanks for the heads up about Remus. I'm - I'm back.

peter rumanczek l

Sorry for missing your birthday. We should hang soon.

lydia martin l

I know I suck at being an alpha. Sorry I haven't been around. I'm back now. Sorry about Allison.

clint barton l

... Hey.