The hope that this might be temporary is there, but the fear that it might be permanent is stronger. He's been human before, after all; he was human before Derek turned him. But there's a vulnerability that comes with it, that follows closely on the coattails of weakness and that's the part that worries him. But he raises his head, meeting her eyes.

"That means a lot. Especially coming from a girl who's stabbed me a hundred times," he teases weakly, giving her shoulder a nudge with his own. They might be from different times, different places, but this is still Allison, and there's a comfort in sitting here with her, a familiarity that he's sorely needed.

"It's just fucking weird," he says and runs a hand back through unkempt curls. "Like I took the bite so I wouldn't be weak again. So I wouldn't have to worry about this shit. Now it's like I can see, hear, and smell and breathe but... not. So yeah, I mean I guess I'm just a different me. Last time I was like this, I was with my dad, so. You know, really happy stuff."

The memory sharing glitch hadn't been a fun one, no less when people really got to see everything through his eyes. He can only hope that this whole power swap thing fades just as quickly.