"Come on." Scott fists a grip in Isaac's shirt for a few seconds before he remembers where they are and releases his hold, letting his hand swing down by his side.

It takes everything he has not to run at breakneck speed until they reach his house, but they get there soon enough, and he gets his keys out to let them inside. "Mom's at the hospital," he explains, though he doesn't know why he feels the need to, the memory of Isaac's breath on his neck enough to make his skin hot.