Scott wasn't really the same person that he had been before the seal had sent him home. Things were...harder now. Simple things, things he'd enjoyed and taken for granted before. Even waking up to find Allison next to him every day still made him just never want to leave bed, to just stay there with her forever and never let go. Because losing that, losing her was something he couldn't go through. Not again. Twice now, he'd lost her and God if the scenes weren't nearly identical, tattooed on his memory forever and playing in a loop in his dreams lately. First, a demon stabbed her while they fought a war that wasn't even their own. Then, the Oni, controlled by the Nogitsune that only looked like his best friend, but was completely void of any-and-everything that made Stiles, Stiles.
Usually so open and talkative, even to people outside of his immediate circle, Scott had been withdrawn since his return to Lawrence. He just couldn't quite get in the right swing of things again. And maybe that was okay, maybe it was justified, but he didn't like it. He didn't like being so...far away from who he had been before.
Stiles had been avoidant. Scott knew it was probably out of guilt, guilt that he didn't even deserve because by all accounts, he had no reason to feel it in the first place. Even back home, Scott didn't blame him. He couldn't. It wasn't his fault. It wasn't him. But of course, Stiles never saw it that way. And here. Here, Stiles hadn't even done any of that. He'd just watched it on that godforsaken tv show. Scott was tempted to ask one of the tech people to block the show from the whole damn house so none of them could watch whatever came next.
But that was all about to be over. Because Scott was done with being avoided and he was done with hiding. They had to talk about this. There was no way around it. Not a single one. Coming up empty when he stopped by his best friend's bedroom, Scott made his way through the house to the study, not even bothering to knock and give Stiles a warning. "This has to stop," was all he said, making a beeline for his best friend's desk.