That makes sense. [ Honestly, he can see himself putting two and two together, especially after some of the things Scott has done. He focuses on Scott's words and breathing as he cleans the blood away. He wishes he could just force the skin together on his own instead of waiting for Scott to actually want to heal.
He tilts his head to allow Scott further access to his neck, something that seems to be second nature now whenever Scott even shows interest in his neck. He should probably be more careful, it's instinct to want to tear someone's throat out when fighting, but he knows Scott would never hurt him. It's trust, blatant and obvious in its purest form. ] Mmm, future me figures it out. [ That's an obvious "it's cool bro."
Those words catch him off guard, It doesn't have to mean anything. You don't have to be my beta, I mean. We don't have to be pack, if you don't want to. He doesn't know what to do other than stare back at him, looking up at Scott, unable to break the gaze, not only from the hand angling his head upwards but also the intensity, the words mean so much more than they sound.
He opens his mouth and then closes it only to do it one more time before speaking. ] We've always been pack. [ He doesn't know what he means by that, but it's true, since they first met, Scott's protected him. He doesn't particularly want to leave Derek alone though - he owes Derek... But then again, Scott has always been more of an alpha to Isaac than Derek... he finally drops his gaze again without tilting his head back down. He's looking at the injuries again, lashes flutter as he scans over and over the damage. ]
Remember in the rave? When you said you didn't want me to get hurt? [ He's going to change the topic, give him time to think, of course he knows he already has made up his mind - it's probably obvious on his face, he just... Needs to think of what to say to Derek. ] I don't want you to hurt.
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He tilts his head to allow Scott further access to his neck, something that seems to be second nature now whenever Scott even shows interest in his neck. He should probably be more careful, it's instinct to want to tear someone's throat out when fighting, but he knows Scott would never hurt him. It's trust, blatant and obvious in its purest form. ] Mmm, future me figures it out. [ That's an obvious "it's cool bro."
Those words catch him off guard, It doesn't have to mean anything. You don't have to be my beta, I mean. We don't have to be pack, if you don't want to. He doesn't know what to do other than stare back at him, looking up at Scott, unable to break the gaze, not only from the hand angling his head upwards but also the intensity, the words mean so much more than they sound.
He opens his mouth and then closes it only to do it one more time before speaking. ] We've always been pack. [ He doesn't know what he means by that, but it's true, since they first met, Scott's protected him. He doesn't particularly want to leave Derek alone though - he owes Derek... But then again, Scott has always been more of an alpha to Isaac than Derek... he finally drops his gaze again without tilting his head back down. He's looking at the injuries again, lashes flutter as he scans over and over the damage. ]
Remember in the rave? When you said you didn't want me to get hurt? [ He's going to change the topic, give him time to think, of course he knows he already has made up his mind - it's probably obvious on his face, he just... Needs to think of what to say to Derek. ] I don't want you to hurt.