Stiles leans into the touch, closing his eyes for a moment, just enjoying the touch, his fingers, still stained with black, came to rest on Isaac's shoulders, squeezing.

"You don't--you don't know that." Opening his eyes, he caught the other werewolf's, his voice soft, unsure. "You have to acknowledge that. I need to--I need to know that you know it might not end up okay."