The calm and reserved leader act very nearly lasts, but when Peter takes to eating his own skin Scott can't help actually retching - just the once, though. Surely that counts for something.

When he regains his bearings, it's still difficult to ignore the hot, acrid scent of blood, the sweat of the shift; but as soon as his eyes find Peter, his stomach starts to settle. It could be because of some deep, spiritual werewolf connection, but mostly it's just because-

"Woah."

You don't train as a vet assistant unless you've got an appreciation for animals, and there's no denying the fact that the creature standing in front of them is cool (or gorgeous, in slightly less teenaged terms). It's certainly a far stretch better than the hideous half-point they become, though Scott's still not entirely sure that transformation's worth the results.