I wish. This would all make a lot more sense that way. It's kinda like we're stuck in a bubble. Or a magic roach motel... Or, kind of a big group dream that you can't wake up from?

[He reaches out to take one of her hands, clasping them together and covering their joined hands with his free one. Comfort. Familiarity. Security. He wanted her to know he'd keep her safe the best he could.]

It's a lot to take in. When I first got here I was lost in a big hedge maze and couldn't control my shifts. If it hadn't been for Stiles and Isaac, I probably would've freaked out.