Summer is impressed at the way Stiles just stonewalls that discussion without even seeming evasive. He just nopes out of it, and her expression is bemused as she watches him bounce toward the clinic like nothing in the world is wrong. She exchanges glances with Helios, then heaves him up to her shoulder and wraps an arm tightly about his middle.
She knows what’s coming next.
It takes point five seconds for Helios to realise he’s been betrayed, and then he scrabbles his paws over her shoulder, clinging to the fabric of her shirt and dragging desperately. Summer gets the door open, wincing slightly as hind feet score at her middle, and kicks the door shut to get both arms around the squirming cat. One hand grabs the back of his neck, and he unlatches one paw to move it to the other shoulder and wrap around her neck, making a pitiful, high-pitched mew of distress.
She takes advantage of the brief cessation of struggling to open the door and slip inside the clinic.
And thus, as Summer and Helios make their appearance, so does the elusive creature hitherto known as Scott McCall. He’s slightly shorter than Stiles is, by an inch or two at most, but his body is more sturdily built, more obviously made of muscle even under the cameoflague of his shirt. Tattoo around one bicep, browner skin than Stiles’, but also something a little more blatantly kind in his expression than the one Stiles’ face tends to carry by default, although he is looking simultaneously happy to see the ganglier teenager and confused as Summer comes in the door. “…Stiles, what are you doing here?”
“Helping a friend.” Stiles says immediately, and he’s making a little hop-skip of a motion to meet Scott halfway, opening the door in the low wood partition before Scott even reaches for it. Scott comes out from the back area as Stiles rambles. “Yes, I do actually have some that aren’t you, don’t be a smartass. Scott, this is Summer, Summer, Scott, and here we have Helios who is bucking the curve by not having a name starting with S, but I guess that is to be expected, because he’s a cat.”
Scott gives Stiles a bit of a worried glance at the phrase because he’s a cat, but Stiles is already warding that off with one hand. “He seems a very reasonable and sweet cat ninety-nine point two percent of the time, maybe you can talk some reason into him. Anyway, Summer asked me to help her bring him ‘round for some kind of visit, I assume to see the good Doctor, so here we are. I didn’t bring you lunch, sorry bro.”
The steady current of words-from-Stiles finally slows and he looks between the other two like he’s proud of himself for having two friends in one space and also desperately needs them to like each other. Scott raises one hand and waves it. “Hi.”
Stiles has clearly forgotten that she’s already mentioned she recognises Scott from previous visits to the clinic. The expression Summer shows Scott is very much ‘yes I know he’s this kind of person and it’s okay I like him this way too’. Sympathetic. She would wave back, but both hands are occupied with unhappy cat.
“Hey Scott. I have an appointment, actually; it’s time for his checkup.” Helios makes the most pitiful mew possible, and hugs her neck even more tightly. She peels one set of claws from over her shoulder, and looks back up at Scott and Stiles, eyes merry. “Stiles, I promise we can do the friendship thing once we get this furball into a smaller room with no doors to the outside.”