He's so distracted, with the weight of the world on his shoulders. She can see it in every look in his eyes, the way he's living all up in his head. He's growing up way too fast, and it breaks her heart. And then there's Stiles, who's off dealing with his own issues right now, and that's worrying. She is considering herself standing in loco parentis for him since the Sheriff wasn't around. He would do the same for Scott in a heartbeat, and she wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes if she just...let that boy run off on his own.

And then there's Derek. She needs to have a looooooong chat with Derek.

"I'm not a big fan of black furniture," she says, but at least joins him on the cushions. Nope. Too hard.

"It always seems so...I don't know. Yuppie?"

She pats his forearm and stands up, on her way to the next sofa. Wondering how she can start to bring him more out of himself. She has a fine line to walk with her teenage boy, after all; if he starts to get defensive, he could shut her out entirely, and that would be a disaster.