Naturally, Scott's arm goes around Allison. This, he's used to. The situation to his right that he can now smell, he's not. He can't tell what anybody is reacting to and he's suddenly well aware of his hand's proximity. His eyes go wide but he continues to watch the film. His hands not going to move. Not away and not... in. But, it doesn't help his own situation.

Whatever.

These things happen, right? He's a teenager. Wind can make this happy. He decides to relax, and let it ride. Shifting, he puts an arm around Isaac, to end that question. He's definitely not ready to do anything and he doesn't even know what he'd do. So, two guys are sitting next to each other with erections while the both of them make physical contact with the girl they really like.

Maybe he was just overthinking it. He was feeling share-happy with Stiles because he'd shared about Derek. Maybe he'd spoken too soon. Both he and Isaac clearly cared about Allison. That was what this was. They had a connection. Deaton had told him. He'd been able to feel it.

Another breath, and he sunk a little lower, this couch really comfortable.