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[freezerburned]

Well, it's not much, but at least there's some direction. And it gets you away from the things going down in your... world for awhile.

[Yeah, the whole 'world' thing is a pretty new concept. Not quite sure how he feels about that one.

And really, not that he's generally one to look on the bright side- but where Isaac comes from, getting away from his world means getting away from the 99% of the population that seemed to want to kill him at any given moment. And with the added bonus of the whole missing-slash-fugitive status gone? It's enough to at least give this place the benefit of a doubt.]

So I got the official story- what's it actually like here?

[Simple, a little bit demanding.]

Anyone?

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[freezerburned]

[Well that's just... fine and dandy. Nobody had really informed Isaac of what happened before he was turned- the only explanation given for Peter was the quick few sentences that Scott had murmured to him that evening in the locker room. So when all of that comes tumbling out, Isaac just... sort of stares at him, tongue in cheek, not quite sure of what to say.]

...okay then.

[That was a little more unloading than he was prepared for. And while a small part of Isaac just wants to throw his hands up and say 'fine, you be the alpha', a- it didn't work like that, b- he didn't really want to be a part of Scott's pack yet, and c- if Derek showed up, there'd be a lot of explaining to do. So Isaac just sighs in the end and shoves his hands in his pockets, trying to figure out the mess that they'd gotten into within the first hour of seeing one another again.

On second thought, why was he trying to deal with this at all? Scott wasn't his friend, especially not Scott from this far back. Isaac didn't owe him anything, and he certainly didn't have to stand here and argue with him.]

-right. I'm going to head home. Is there anything else I should know?

[workout]

[ okay, more than he really meant to say, but scott's never really cared much about what people think... or been great about keeping things to himself, really. not unless he absolutely had to.

even so, he's feeling a bit surly - partly because of said alpha issues, and partly because isaac is difficult to read. open when he least expects it, closed off when most people would reach out. he's still glad he's here, and he doesn't take anything back, but they've clearly pushed the limits of what their allegiance can handle for tonight. he doesn't seem overly frustrated when he speaks up again, but he doesn't apologize for the rant - subtle, but a pretty clear signal for someone usually so ready with the apologies. ]

No, I don't think so. Just lay low. I'll try to find somewhere safe we can go for the full moon, just in case. [ he's slightly ashamed at the thought that he's more worried about himself than isaac at this point - of the two, isaac seems to be keeping a more level head about everything. ]

[freezerburned]

[He doesn't really notice the lack of apology- it would have sounded stranger to him if Scott had said he was sorry, for all that he's really heard a lot of apologies before. Isaac nods at the comment, appreciating the fact that Scott was at least willing to go and find them... a shipping crate or an abandoned shop or some sort of place they could hunker down in when the full moon struck. As confident as Isaac was that he could control it, he still didn't want to be locked in an apartment with two other people when it happened.

So he nods and turns, reaching for the door. Isaac had never really moved that far away from Scott's door- something that was a combination of habit and calculation, just in case.]

Look, I- [He bites his lip, setting his hand on the cool brass of the doorknob.] -I do appreciate this.

[The warnings, the information, the genuine happiness.]

[workout]

[ scott's not even looking at him, mostly just keeping the rest of his thoughts to himself and waiting for him to leave, but at the hesitant... was that a thanks? he looks up, still looking a bit guarded, but mostly surprised. ]

... no problem. [ he pauses for a second, then keeps going, a bit tentative. not about what he's saying - he means every word of it, it's just isaac's reaction he's not sure of. he's going out on a limb, not really confirming something established - he's asking a question, proposing a new alliance. it makes sense, doesn't it? they're the only pack they've got for now. ] It's what friends do, right?

[freezerburned]

[That makes him hesitate- he still hasn't gotten to the part where he really considers Scott a friend, and he certainly doesn't think that he can trust him yet. Scott doesn't know him- for the record, Isaac doesn't know the other wolf very well either.

So his fingers tighten on the door, and he takes a deep breath, knowing that he should just agree and be done with it. It's just words, just a meaningless connection, he can give something as silly as that and never think on it again.

But he doesn't. He doesn't do any of those things. Isaac bites his bottom lip, and it's clear that he heard him, clear by the way that Scott's words have stopped him pretty much cold, but he doesn't respond- the only sound that comes from it is the noise of the door opening and creaking to a close behind him.]

[workout]

[ ........... or not. closed off when he least expects it. though honestly, he probably should've seen that coming. on the other hand, the fact that isaac took the question seriously, maybe... maybe that's a good thing? if he's not taking it lightly, then there might be more to him than that calculating (calculated?) exterior.

either way, scott has no idea what they really accomplished here. he can't help a frustrated groan as he collapses back onto his bed, expression slightly frantic as he stares up the ceiling. it's gotten late, but sleep is a long ways off - not after the mess of information that's been shoved into his head.

ugh. he really, really needs to talk to stiles soon. at least stiles makes sense.

... well, usually. ]