He nodded a little, he remembered people saying something like that before too. Most of the time you were lucky if you remembered it at all. So many times, people would be sent home and back again with no memory of the place, of the people they called friends or family. It was awkward for the person arriving, and sometimes painful for the ones they left behind and didn't remember. Scott was glad he remembered, though, bad as Lawrence had the tendancy to get at times.
"Yeah," he nodded, "it'll be good to see them, too. Everybody, really." There were plenty of people not from back home Scott would want to see eventually, too.
Then the tone changed, Stiles wouldn't even meet his eyes, and Scott's heart sank. His best friend hadn't lived it, but he'd seen what had happened back home and all the guilt he carried for it all was written plainly across his face. "It wasn't you," Scott said softly, "it wasn't you back home and none of it is even gonna happen here, okay?"
He nodded when Stiles mention the house they'd all moved into. "Yeah, that's good. Let's go home." Because it was, even if Scott hadn't been there for the initial move, any place with his closest friends would always be home to him.