[There is something that crosses his face -- regret, or pity -- at Talia's name. It lingers, and whatever it begins as, it definitely becomes pity. He's used to feeling this, now.]

Glad to see you've got enough of your wits to stay perceptive. [Is it unnerving? Sure. Is he used to it? Yeah, more or less. He shifts on his feet, leaning his weight to ease an ache in his back. He could do with a shower. Hot, or scalding. ] But you really should hear it from Derek.

[Is he carefully avoiding talking about the Argent's? Well, yes and no. He will, for however long he can. It's a sore point; he doesn't mind saying that Gerard is probably dead. He doesn't mind saying that Kate has become more of a monster. It's Allison that he wants to avoid. It's Victoria, too. The first mistake, the second, and then the rest. A weakness Peter should know already, and one he isn't really interested in sharing with this one. He has some instincts left; he hasn't gone completely soft on werewolves. ] You didn't kill the hunters, though? Which means the teenagers weren't Scott's pack. [That's a big maybe. Not everyone Scott has taken in is wholesome. Theo, for example, is a big what even is his deal.

His hand, dangerously close to ripping his own hair out, scrubs over his face instead, and wearily, he sighs. ] Never a dull moment in Beacon Hills, as usual.