[He shrugs and glances down, his cheeks coloring a little.]

It's nice to . . . to have somewhere to belong. To know that I'm part of something, that I can rely on them for things that my other friends-- though I love them dearly-- can't understand. I've never known any other werewolves before, let alone ones who enjoyed their lycanthropy.

[He rubs his face.]

And Derek . . . he protects us. Tries to keep us safe.