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ISAAC LAHEY ([personal profile] claustrum) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2014-03-29 05:52 pm (UTC)

That's not going to happen. [ There. It's blunt, it's out in the open, and he stares at the lip of the cup for a solid few seconds. How to phrase this without being a callous dick. His eyes flick up.

Christ, Stiles looks a bit like Isaac feels. Drained and numbed. Raw. How it feels, he can only imagine. He doesn't try.

Stiles had been right. Isaac was muscle, and unhelpful banter. Well meaning, but kind of barely functional. All this pain was abstract; Isaac wasn't even on the board. Mind games, and love lost. Psychological torture, and he was never strong the way they were, smart and persistent, all these walls and anchors. Isaac would have broken, if it had been him instead of Scott's right hand human. Crumpled within a day, and being supernatural wouldn't have saved him. He had let Scott down. Lies of omission and being half there. Half listening. Allison had died because--Allison Argent.

It was too much. He couldn't begin to know how to be the better man here, and help chip the weight on Stiles away.

His words are slow, measured. ]
I think that her dad needs some time away. And-- [ He swallows tightly. ] That's not such a bad idea.

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