[Scott notices Stiles is getting kind of emotional, but he doesn't press on it. They were, after all, until separated by this 'you're the grandson of a Roman goddess' thing, attached at the hip, after all. He lets go of the hug and puts his hands in the pockets of his jeans, grinning unabashedly.]

Stiles - how are things back in Beacon Hills? I haven't been home in forever. Have you seen my mom?

[He writes letters when he can, but it's not the same. He hasn't sent an IM to her because he's not sure how she'd react to the rainbow.]