[ There's a whole lot Scott wants to say- wants to grab Isaac up by the cheeks and say he wants him in his pack, but it seems like it would be unfair to do so. Scott's done nothing to prove he's worthy of being anyone's alpha, and for someone he cares about as much as he cares for Isaac? He deserves better. Better than Derek, too, he deserves the best. Scott, the true alpha, might be there someday, but right now? It seems like he can't protect anyone. ]
I'm trying. [ The last word is accentuated with a pathetic attempt at a laugh, free hand moving to draw lacy designs on the top of Isaac's back. The other keeps toying at his neck, holding him there once Isaac moves to rest against his chest, and Scott wishes there were something he could do to help him- any words he could say that might put their hearts at ease. But he's tongue tied, too afraid to confess to anything, too lost to really know what to say.
He bends at the waist after a second, picking Isaac's head up a bit so he can kiss somewhere in the mess of his hair. ]
I'm sorry he hurt you.
[ He sighs a bit, still buried in curly hair, because he knows Isaac won't want to hear it- he's already said time and time again that it's okay, but it's not, it doesn't feel like it is. Of course, he doesn't want to force anything out of Isaac and if he doesn't want to talk, Scott won't make him, but it feels important- like something he needs to at least try and address.
Scott kisses his head again, more soundly wrapping his arms around Isaac, until he's offering more of an embrace. ]
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I'm trying. [ The last word is accentuated with a pathetic attempt at a laugh, free hand moving to draw lacy designs on the top of Isaac's back. The other keeps toying at his neck, holding him there once Isaac moves to rest against his chest, and Scott wishes there were something he could do to help him- any words he could say that might put their hearts at ease. But he's tongue tied, too afraid to confess to anything, too lost to really know what to say.
He bends at the waist after a second, picking Isaac's head up a bit so he can kiss somewhere in the mess of his hair. ]
I'm sorry he hurt you.
[ He sighs a bit, still buried in curly hair, because he knows Isaac won't want to hear it- he's already said time and time again that it's okay, but it's not, it doesn't feel like it is. Of course, he doesn't want to force anything out of Isaac and if he doesn't want to talk, Scott won't make him, but it feels important- like something he needs to at least try and address.
Scott kisses his head again, more soundly wrapping his arms around Isaac, until he's offering more of an embrace. ]
I won't let him come near you again.