Scott stepped inside and glanced around. The little motel room was already looking like Stiles' room back home, all of his research strewn about the room, pinned on walls, books stacked haphazardly around. But there was a certain touch to it all that was even more scattered than his usual explosion of research and that was the part that had Scott worried.
"I don't care if I should be or not, Stiles. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. I'm not gonna let you go at this alone." There was nothing about his tone that left room for negotiations. It was just a fact. It was happening, whether Stiles wanted it to or not. Deciding to steer the conversation in a slightly more productive direction, Scott asks, "So...what kind of stuff have you found?" he motioned to the mass of papers and notes.