Far from feeling lied to (that thought hasn't crossed his mind yet), Isaac found himself mentally reeling, trying to fit this all together. Derek gone, Stiles gone, the two of them still here. How could this place just give and take as it saw fit?
He didn't really mourn for Stiles or anything- Isaac had never particularly liked him, and while he wasn't happy he was gone... the two of them had never been friends. But Scott- they were practically attached at the hip, and now without Stiles around, this entire month, he'd been alone, and Isaac hadn't known. Hadn't really cared enough to find out.
A little pang of guilt drove through him at that, and Isaac looked down at the table for a moment, before rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck.
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Far from feeling lied to (that thought hasn't crossed his mind yet), Isaac found himself mentally reeling, trying to fit this all together. Derek gone, Stiles gone, the two of them still here. How could this place just give and take as it saw fit?
He didn't really mourn for Stiles or anything- Isaac had never particularly liked him, and while he wasn't happy he was gone... the two of them had never been friends. But Scott- they were practically attached at the hip, and now without Stiles around, this entire month, he'd been alone, and Isaac hadn't known. Hadn't really cared enough to find out.
A little pang of guilt drove through him at that, and Isaac looked down at the table for a moment, before rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck.
"I'm sorry, dude. Are you okay?"