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You’d think after almost killing himself for the greater good that he’d have earned some respect from these people, but no. No. And especially from Scott, who was all, “Let me just nod at you in your time of need,” which he probably didn’t even think about but which kind of meant everything. Because it wasn’t like Derek was giving Isaac any comfort right before he submerged himself, and it wasn’t like he wasn’t about to expose his subconscious to everyone in the room, including Scott. Not that Scott matters. Not anymore. Isaac is definitely trying to get with that Cora girl after she stops being full-moon-crazy for five minutes.
Although Derek will probably kill him. And there’s no denying the gut-wrenching pain Isaac felt when Cora and Boyd were hurting Derek, and then the immense relief when he saw the sunlight. Of course, he just wanted to tell Scott about it. They’re supposed to be friends, but then again, friends are supposed to be supportive not utterly insulting.
But still. Still. Isaac finds himself half-jogging in the grass to catch up to Scott, who’s got Boyd draped in his arms like Boyd’s some kind of Disney princess. (To be fair, Cora might actually be a Disney princess. She’s so pretty when she isn’t wolfed out, sleeping in Isaac’s arms like she needs to be kissed awake.)
“So after we take them back to the loft, what happens?”
Scott looks at Isaac expectedly and then sighs. “Uh. Derek will probably be there by then, so.”
“So you’ll leave. Go back home and sleep.”
“Well I have school today.”
“So do I.”
Isaac thinks if Scott were cooler (more reckless) they could go get some breakfast or something. Scott might not even have time to sleep, after all, but Isaac’s hands are too full to check his phone for the time.
“I saw Allison in there. Did you?” He can’t tell if he wants to relate to Scott or hurt him.
Scott’s brows go together. “No.”
“Well she was there. She helped us.”
“Allison’s a hunter. Her dad was there. Makes sense.”
“I guess so.”
“Let’s just get Cora and Boyd back to the loft. Okay?”
When Isaac lays Cora down, resting her head on a pillow, Scott catches Isaac looking at her. But she really is gorgeous, in a Derek-like way that Isaac understands. Even with her skin smudged with dirt and her hair all crazy.
“I wouldn’t,” says Scott.
“What?”
“I can smell you. You’ve been thinking about it this whole time, but I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”
Isaac rolls his eyes. “Scott, honestly? I’d be more careful about what you assume you’re smelling.”
It’s clear that Scott still thinks he’s right, but Isaac just wants to growl at him and tell him he’s stupid. But everyone tells Scott that he’s stupid, and he really isn’t. Except for when it comes to what Isaac is feeling. If it isn’t obvious that Isaac just wants to bury his face in Scott’s neck and die there, then nobody’s paying any attention at all.