"So it's true." Willard was an outcast. Which meant that Heiji really shouldn't be talking to him. Still, he was curious. Why did he keep saying he didn't remember? Where was he going? Why did he read mystery novels? How had he gotten himself thrown out? Why had he shoved Stiles into a closet?

Okay, maybe the last one wasn't such a big mystery. But clearly, a billion other questions.

Then: "I never actually met anyone like you. But I guess it's too late to ignore ya now." After all, he'd already talked to Willard. Oops.