"Hey, I'm not a wolf yet, no patting," he teased Stiles as he smiled down. Yeah, he knew him, better than most people in his life, Scott would like to think. "I'm sure I still have plenty to learn, though," he told him with a grin.
"I'd really been hoping we were wrong," Scott replied, "because I don't want to hurt anyone, Stiles. Not now, not ever," and everything he'd heard about werewolves told him it wasn't a good thing. They were monsters and Scott wasn't ready to be that, to his friends or anyone else. "Oh, I know we're all lunatics," he said with a smile Stiles' way, "just wish it could be over something else."
Wow, his heart really was beating fast, though as Stiles tapped and Scott tried to control his breathing it slowed to something resembling normal. Good. "Hey, no damaging the goods! You'll suffer just as much as me if they're out of order," he told him tilting his head a little so that he could kiss him once more. That Stiles believed in him meant the world right now, though whether Scott could control the werewolf was a whole other matter, knowing he had help was everything. "And you wonder why I love you?" he said with a broad smile, the protectiveness he felt now coming in a different way. Something far more natural this time. "Well, I'm here for the long term, so you'd better get used to my wolfy self," Scott said pulling him tight.