The fact that Stiles even knew the kid was surprising but so was being told not to scare him. Scott was really protective of his friend and he didn't know this kid. Although now that he wasn't ready for a fight, he did just look like a young freaked out little boy.

"Sorry," Scott said, to both of them. "Who are you?"

Gabriel was glued to the corner of the room, but it registered somewhere that Scott wasn't still barreling down on him. It took him a moment to respond, even if it hurt. Daddy didn't know who he was either. He bit his lip trying not to tear up. "Gabriel," he answered softly.

"What are you doing here?" Scott asked, moving to sit back in his chair. It made Gabriel have to peek over at them to make eye contact.

"Telling Mommy, I'm sorry," Gabe squeaked.

Scott looked at Stiles totally confused.

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John didn't like that idea, but he didn't hesitate to go down to Stiles' room and open the door.

Seeing someone else looking angry, Gabe cowered back against the corner.