[ After his initial comment, Scott's hand falls back to hook around Isaac's neck, fingers feeling out the soft curls of his hair, wanting to bury his nose in them and lose himself. He doesn't- he just watches Isaac's mouth, listens to the beat of his heart, and considers for the first time that he might actually make an all right alpha. Because what wouldn't he do for Isaac? For pack? What wouldn't Scott McCall do to protect his friends?
He feels the strength in numbers at the confirmation- having it always be there but not fully recognizing it until just now. But he feels powerful, rejuvenated, even if his pack is small Scott still feels as though he and Isaac could take on the world without faltering. Some part of him wonders about loyalty, some part of him wonders about love. He's not sure if he's strong because he has a beta or strong because he has Isaac, but either way he can smell sweetness expelling off his own skin in waterlilies, lemongrass, honeysuckle- protectiveness, affection, love. ]
I don't want you to hurt. [ Scott repeats after him, fingers tracing down the back of his neck, and sifting back through his hair after a moment. He watches Isaac's fingers do their work around his stomach, and the cut slowly stops bleeding. Doesn't heal yet, but at least the dark black-red blood stops sluggishly pulling out of him. ] I want to protect you.
[ Which he didn't do a very good job of last week, he has to remind himself, but he fights against letting the wounds fester anymore, trying his hardest to focus on healing. Voices still whispering that that he doesn't deserve to be healthy don't help, and he ends up sighing, free hand going to rest on Isaac's over the cut. ]
I'll get better, and I'm not just saying that. Someday - [ There's a sharp inhale while he looks to the wall- though it's clear he's not really looking, just trying to think something out. ] - someday I'll stop screwing things up with you.
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He feels the strength in numbers at the confirmation- having it always be there but not fully recognizing it until just now. But he feels powerful, rejuvenated, even if his pack is small Scott still feels as though he and Isaac could take on the world without faltering. Some part of him wonders about loyalty, some part of him wonders about love. He's not sure if he's strong because he has a beta or strong because he has Isaac, but either way he can smell sweetness expelling off his own skin in waterlilies, lemongrass, honeysuckle- protectiveness, affection, love. ]
I don't want you to hurt. [ Scott repeats after him, fingers tracing down the back of his neck, and sifting back through his hair after a moment. He watches Isaac's fingers do their work around his stomach, and the cut slowly stops bleeding. Doesn't heal yet, but at least the dark black-red blood stops sluggishly pulling out of him. ] I want to protect you.
[ Which he didn't do a very good job of last week, he has to remind himself, but he fights against letting the wounds fester anymore, trying his hardest to focus on healing. Voices still whispering that that he doesn't deserve to be healthy don't help, and he ends up sighing, free hand going to rest on Isaac's over the cut. ]
I'll get better, and I'm not just saying that. Someday - [ There's a sharp inhale while he looks to the wall- though it's clear he's not really looking, just trying to think something out. ] - someday I'll stop screwing things up with you.