Scott was having the exact same problem. It was what he would imagine being high to be - so many distractions, everything way too sensitive - being here was probably a very, very bad idea, but Scott wasn't exactly known for his fantastic decisions. Kinda why he was a werewolf in the first place. He's currently following the scent of fried dough towards the funnel cake stand, picking his way through the too-loud crowd waiting outside the teacup ride.
The pack was an...interesting subject. Scott still wasn't sold on the idea. On the one hand, being an 'Omega' did not seem like an attractive prospect. It was a miracle he'd gotten through the past few months with just Stiles. But on the other...he didn't really know the people in Derek's pack. Hell, he didn't really know Derek. Scott certainly didn't want to subject himself to somebody else's control unless he was sure he could trust them. It just...didn't sit right, something about it. Maybe Stiles' usual constant state of thinly-veiled paranoia was getting to him.
The past full moon wasn't good. He'd been even more volatile than usual. His radiator was starting to bend out of shape, and Scott really didn't want to pay to replace it. He was going to have to find a better way of chaining up, sooner rather than later. And wow, he never thought he'd be thinking those thoughts.