"Okay," he said with a shake of his head, "let me try this from another angle. How has the dream changed you?" Scott asked with a frown. "Are you looking at this world differently?" or him, which was more to the point. I mean, the whole place sounded like crazy-town, with the addition of his dual obsessions, neither of which made a whole lot of sense here. "I still can't believe I wanna play lacrosse that much..." Scott said with a shake of his head. Hell, the new girl he might understand, depending on the girl, but the sport? Never. As for all the werewolfness - it was kinda blowing his mind. "You're pretty curious about most things," he told Stiles with a wiggle of his eyebrows, like that wasn't weird at all!
"Don't blame you," Scott sure as shit didn't want to dream now! Maybe he'd take sleeping pills like the kids from Nightmare on Elm Street after all... or just not sleep. Yeah, those were ideas he could get behind about now. He looked up at Stiles and frowned, "I don't know, exactly," he said trying to articulate what was forming in his mind. "Like, perhaps the dreams are ways to shape the world we're living in? You needed a Jeep, so you dreamed about it," he said for want of a better example, "and it wants me to be a werewolf and now that's how it's going to influence us?" There was so much to take in that Scott couldn't really line it up, "what if the two sets of 'stuff' start to align and make you one person?" Did that even make sense?
"At least you didn't try to deny that!" Scott told his friend with a laugh. If Stiles went Diablo-burger, Scott was going to be there - if only to see the smoke coming out of his ears! He'd make sure of that much. Even if he was too slow to dodge the ball he was quick enough to head it back Stiles' way. "If you're throwing your food around it means you're full," he told him with a grin, "so come on, let's get back cause those boxes really aren't going to unpack themselves." However much he wished they might.