The Dark Fox And The Dark Wolf

I'm Fine Again?

"I'm telling you, they've got to be hunters" Liam said.

"Are you sure?" Scott asked carefully.

They were in Scott's house, everyone in the pack was there, including Derek, who was keeping a weary eye on Scott, he'd been on guard ever since Scott lost control.

Liam's shoulders drooped and he sighed "No" But he added, looking Scott in the eyes "But how else would he know what I was and still basically hate me?"

"Believe it or not but it might be just your lovely personality he hated, not your species" Stiles quipped, lounging on the couch, only half really paying attention.

Scott shot his best friend a glare at the not so helpful comment.

"If they are hunters couldn't we just get Chris to talk to them?" Lydia spoke up.

Scott blinked as he said "That is a good idea, why didn't we think of that?"

"Genius Lydia" Kira said, smiling at her.

Lydia beamed.

"Okay, so I'll phone Chris, Liam make sure you don't go near them or interact with them, Lydia and Stiles can you-stiles? Hey!" Scott said as he rested his eyes on Stiles form, who had fallen asleep on the couch. 

Malia, who was sitting next to him, poked him in the stomach, hard.

Stiles gasped as he, woke up sharply, wincing.

"You with us?" Lydia asked, amused.

"Oh..." Stiles, said looking embarrised.

"Stiles, can you help Lydia find information about them, when your not asleep that is" Scott said.

"Right" Stiles muttered.

Then he told everyone else just to stay away from them in till they got Chris, with that everyone walked out as the meeting was finished, apart from two.

Derek clapped Scott on the back "Nicely handled, you sure your okay?"

"I'm fine, I promise" Scott assured him, though he wasn't feeling that assured himself...

Derek left, not waiting for who else, who hadn't left the room yet.

Stiles had been taking him time, getting up from the warm comfy couch, though Scott noticed did Stiles had bags under his eyes?

"Dude, you okay?" Scott wondered.

"Yeah, yeah, just haven't been sleeping much" Stiles said, shrugging.

"Stiles-"

"I'm fine! Promise, don't worry about me. We need to worry about these hunters" Stiles said, squeezing Scotts shoulder comfortingly before they said their goodbyes and he left.

Yet despite what he and Stiles had said, why did Scott get the feeling that when both of them had said they were fine, they both wearn't as fine as they had let on?