Scott was glad that Stiles didn't bother trying to fight him on staying. He felt that on some level, Stiles probably didn't really want to be alone, but the thing about Stiles that people didn't notice was under the sarcasm ad the spazzes, he had the biggest heart and would do everything possible in his power to help or protect the people he cared about. Apparently, that included attempting to take the noble road and fighting a dark spirit on his own. Thing was, Scott would never let him go through it alone because he just wasn't the one that could abandoned the person that had been through it all, right by his side.
"Thirteen different kinds?" Scott repeated, his tone purely incredulous at that revelation. "How do we figure out which one may be attached to you?" Scott suppressed a shudder at that phrase. He had been in Lawrence for almost a year now, so demons and possession weren't such foreign concepts to him now, but it hadn't dulled him to how creepy the whole idea of it was.