"I'll find it," Scott promised, slowly letting go of her hand. He just had to move the dirty clothes out of the way and hopefully he'd be able to sniff out the too-sweet medicine. He'd keep it in his backpack and try not to move it again.
"If I talk about it," The words come before Scott can think to stop them. He's not talking about college - although he could be, he could play it off like he is. And it is a concern, just not as big as being a legit werewolf. "That makes it real." Not that it isn't already. But then he has to deal with it. "...so I just try not to think about it."