[The touch of her hand, of her thumb over his palm, calms him. It helps him focus. Even with the brimming and overwhelming feeling of negativity with regards to her, he is able to grab on to a firmer part of—well, himself. Maybe it's a bad idea, maybe he shouldn't cling to that, but he isn't really thinking that way right now.

It also helps him here, with Allison, because he can answer her question. He steadies his breathing and looks on ahead.]

I'm not sure. [It's a beginning.] I mean—I'm not sure what it is. Without Deaton here, I can't be sure. I think it has to do with what we did to help our parents. [Scott pauses, fingers curling lightly around her hand.] Has anything happened to you?