"Hey, it's okay," Scott whispered, trying to keep Stiles calm. At least until the kid left.

Gabe just giggled at being carried like that. He seemed fairly used to it, though usually from his dad or Derek and not Grandpa. Still, he wasn't complaining. The idea of food was appealing and who didn't like spaghetti? No one in his house, that's for sure. Once in the hall, he told Deaton about how it was one of the meals Scott made. Most of the others came from Mamaw or Stiles. At some point he'd want to come back and apologize (again) for the wreck, but fortunately he was distracted for now.

Scott breathed a sigh of relief when they were gone. "Why does all the crazy stuff have to happen to us?" He said, a frail attempt at humor.