Isaac sits up straight then, unconsciously putting space between himself and the older male. The words offer little comfort and before he even knows what he's doing, he has his arms wrapped around his stomach. "It doesn't matter how. It... it doesn't." Oh god, how had it happened?! "It's happened and we just... we deal with it." He couldn't help the way he spat the word at his lover, instincts already telling him to protectlovekeepsafe.