[Stiles didn't look like death, but he didn't look right either. That was to be expected, probably. Scott worried regardless. Then again Stiles could look healthier than ever, and he would still worry. The hospital wasn't happy about it, but Scott had an extremely earnest and trustworthy look on his face when he promised he'd call with any problems. He mostly meant it, except that with all their supernatural things, they hesitated from calling the police or hospital a lot. It was always confusing to know what to say.
Stiles knew Scott's house as well as his own, so Scott didn't have to worry about showing him around. Instead he put down the bags, and went straight to the kitchen. He brought the Cheetos out with him, at the same time Stiles said the word. They were in sync that way.] I bought juice! So that should count. [Also soda. But the attempt was the important part.]
You, me, Lydia, Allison now too. [He was talking about the people who showed up so far.] Deaton's not at the vets, I checked. I put up a 'closed due to family emergency' sign on his door. That probably won't seem reasonable for too long. [It also meant Scott didn't have anything to do in his free time, except fret.] It's weird that this is our town but like ... no one we know is here.