[Isaac blinks a little wearily up at him, looking confused. He hadn't planned on Peter leaving- rather, was sort of working his way toward lying down in his lap, and the sudden rejection takes him by a rather painful surprise. Still, he takes the blankets quietly, looking down toward them and trying not to- he doesn't know.
In truth, that one simple movement makes him want to fly apart, scream into the couch cushions and rip through the fabric in his hands. Everything had been built so precariously, balancing Peter and Scott and everyone else, and now it feels like he's been trying in vain this whole time. Stupid of him, to think he could keep them both.
Even as he lays down, his shoulders tense again, wrapping the blankets tight around him to prevent his hands from shaking, Isaac doesn't speak, doesn't wish Peter goodnight, doesn't get up to make sure the door is locked like usual.
He doesn't find his way into bed with Peter at all that night, and after almost an hour of silence, he falls into a fitful sleep that stretches on for the rest of the day.]
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In truth, that one simple movement makes him want to fly apart, scream into the couch cushions and rip through the fabric in his hands. Everything had been built so precariously, balancing Peter and Scott and everyone else, and now it feels like he's been trying in vain this whole time. Stupid of him, to think he could keep them both.
Even as he lays down, his shoulders tense again, wrapping the blankets tight around him to prevent his hands from shaking, Isaac doesn't speak, doesn't wish Peter goodnight, doesn't get up to make sure the door is locked like usual.
He doesn't find his way into bed with Peter at all that night, and after almost an hour of silence, he falls into a fitful sleep that stretches on for the rest of the day.]