[ Isaac makes an annoyed grunt, hands immediately going to grab at the one at his collar - his mouth is already open to make a big deal about "hey what the fuck, let me go!" but he's being silenced and told not to make a big deal out of it... His mouth closes before he's turned away from the others. Again his mouth opens to ask what the fuck Jackson's problem is but then up goes his shirt and dear god - what in the hell is that? Except, he doesn't need to ask, he knows exactly what it is.
He can't help but gape at the bite, his hand raises to hover for a moment before he jerks it back as if to question what the fuck he was thinking. The taller's eyes lift from the injury to Jackson's eyes - there isn't sympathy on his face, but there's something there. This is the same asshole who let him suffer for years, mocked him, not to mention all the other shit... And yet Isaac can't help but feel he doesn't even deserve this. ] When - When did you...? [ Isaac doesn't remember Jackson getting bit, but there have been a plethora of moments when all of them could have been.
It takes him a second to register the request.
I need you to stop me before I turn. ] What? [ His voice is quiet and tight, Jackson sure as hell isn't asking him what he thinks he's asking him. He tenses his jaw as he tries to hide the tension overwhelming him from the others. Why weren't any of them interfering? God, normally he'd leap at the idea of killing Jackson, but right now? With everything so tense, so fucked up, personal vendetta was way lower on the list than surviving. ]
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He can't help but gape at the bite, his hand raises to hover for a moment before he jerks it back as if to question what the fuck he was thinking. The taller's eyes lift from the injury to Jackson's eyes - there isn't sympathy on his face, but there's something there. This is the same asshole who let him suffer for years, mocked him, not to mention all the other shit... And yet Isaac can't help but feel he doesn't even deserve this. ] When - When did you...? [ Isaac doesn't remember Jackson getting bit, but there have been a plethora of moments when all of them could have been.
It takes him a second to register the request.
I need you to stop me before I turn. ] What? [ His voice is quiet and tight, Jackson sure as hell isn't asking him what he thinks he's asking him. He tenses his jaw as he tries to hide the tension overwhelming him from the others. Why weren't any of them interfering? God, normally he'd leap at the idea of killing Jackson, but right now? With everything so tense, so fucked up, personal vendetta was way lower on the list than surviving. ]