Scott hadn't even done anything and he was already feeling guilty about Stiles becoming a werewolf eventually. Somehow, he knew it was his fault. Either him failing to protect him from something or having to do it himself for some reason. It was terrifying and he knew Stiles wouldn't forgive him for it. At least.. not until they were- but wait! Despite all this, they hadn't figured out just how he could have kids with Stiles. That didn't make any sense! He rubbed his thumb along Stiles' hand. The scent of Stiles' tears were what tipped him off, since his gaze had been locked on the child. He got up and- without letting go of Stiles' hand- stretched over and snatched a tissue box. He pulled one out and gently dabbed at Stiles' eyes.

"Okay," Gabriel said, having total faith in Deaton's ability to do this.

Scott finally decided they might need a break. "Deaton, do you think you could take him down to the cafeteria and find him some food?" He wanted to talk to Stiles alone.