[She doesn't believe him, and Scott closes his eyes tight again. He just needs to push it back. He needs to push it all back, so that he can be some kind of stable ground here. He feels like he's falling apart. The idea that maybe Allison has been feeling this way knots his stomach, like it's his fault, like it's not his fault but he feels guilty anyway--

He's chasing his thoughts in circles, and it's not helping anything. He breathes in - can't help but notice the differences in the way the Argents smell, or the similarities - and releases it slowly before leaning back with his hands on Alan's shoulders.

Maybe he can't change anything. Maybe nothing can be changed, maybe it's something that Alan comes to on his own, but Scott is bad at saying nothing. He's bad at walking away.]

I know technically you don't know me, but I'm willing to bet that Scout and I aren't all that different.

I wouldn't say it if I didn't believe it.

[And he has always believed in Allison Argent.]