[ Somehow desperation doesn't carry over in text, and she's mostly hoping that he's gotten accustomed enough to her bossing them all around that he reads the authority in the (literal) fine print. ]
[for the record, erica went out looking to get an idea of the area and then allison popped up on the network and her stomach sank. seems a good time to get isaac and have a talk.]
[and she arrives and this is probably where she feels torn between still wanting to punch him for liking kissing Lydia and being glad that she's not alone with Allison here.]
[Isaac stops to watch for her, because he can't trust his hearing or smell to tell him when someone (or something) is approaching now. He sighs at the sight of her, picking up the small bag of scavenged supplies.]
Good. Let's hope we find enough stuff to put in them.
[And there's a lot that could follow that, because it seems like they have a lot to talk about. That ridiculous game, for one thing. How she acted and how he felt. But they had to move before they got the chance, and now-]
[She nods, moving to rifle through boxes of things.]
Yeah, a bit. It feels weird, considering I was leaving and then... then I was here. [It's not like Derek is going to express any actual emotion at her.]
[She's not even sure how she's meant to take that question, but odds are she takes it wrong.]
I thought- [She frowns. Yeah, she doesn't want to take this wrong, but she feels suddenly shut out. Like Isaac isn't including her in anything and she's being pushed away.]
I thought I was going to stick with you... [She says it as if it's a question now, as if she is now realizing just how different it is to be part of a pack that actually aren't wolves anymore.]
I just thought after your little round the other night that maybe you'd prefer I just see my way out of the group. [Okay, so her argument is weak at best but she has no clue what the correct mode of operation is here.]
And I don't know any of those people. I know you, but -- [She exhales out of frustration.]
[and she'll walk the other direction for a bit. Texting Derek. Getting her emotions pushed into a small tight ball. Hearing from Stiles. It's just... it's getting worse and worse the longer she avoids actually helping Isaac get supplies, until now she's stuck with all this stuff - and all she can do is pretend like she's been working on finding things but all she has is nothing.
She circles around to where he's at. The awkward silence. Her jaw shifting slightly as she tries to figure out words.]
Sorry. [It's a start.]
Derek says he's coming to get us. [She's quiet and trying not to overthink.]
[He tries to stay focused on the task, because they need food and medicine and just about anything else they can get. There's a crack in the dam though, and it bursts with her apology.]
What do you even mean, after my little round? Are you talking about that stupid game?
[There's an empty can on the floor, and Isaac actually kicks it.]
You seemed to be having a good time at the time.
[No, he doesn't sound one bit bitter at the memories of her kissing Stiles. Or even Lydia, for that matter.]
[There's an exhale that comes with words, but the words seem missing because she doesn't know what to say.]
It was your idea to play that game anyway. [Yes, because throwing that back at him is a smart choice.] No, I just -- it's not like I wanted all of my experiences to be around a game and alcohol. I'm not even supposed to drink. [Her hand gestures out, in nothing that actually pans out to anything at all.]
I played the stupid game. I thought it would be fun and then it was just ... not.
An excuse? [She's not ... okay, she's not sure what he just said. It sounded like words. Words that shouldn't make her stomach feel like there's nothing in it. Well, there isn't, but that's beside the point. Her fist closes slowly, like she can just press her nails into her palm and she'll wake up.]
[Nope. Still here. Still with zombies and Isaac getting everyone to drunkenly play games so that...]
You wanted an excuse? Or ... [yeah, no. Something isn't clicking here, because this is Isaac and she's still... her. He was one of the ones that fell at Lydia's feet before they were part of Derek's pack and sure there was a threat of murder in there -- but she saw him kiss her.]
[But she kissed him and... her mouth forms a tight line, trying to just not think. Except all she's doing is thinking.]
[He looks at her, and his eyes are way too honest, way too vulnerable. Of course, she deserves an answer in words too. But the last time he admitted something like this, he was humiliated. He glances at the front of the store.]
[She watches his expression, following his eyes, letting her gaze flicker to his mouth as she waits for words and the ones that come aren't what she expects, but she's not even sure what she expects.]
He's probably lost. Or they're bickering. [She got that drift when she caught the feed of their conversation.]
[She takes a breath, but she won't move any closer to him. She's not going to do that. This is words and there's no words yet, but she's looking for them.]
I'm sorry I left. [She's not sure why she's apologizing, considering how angry she was that he didn't come with. Now, now it doesn't seem like she can exactly wait for her to find out who was right and she's tired of feeling like she doesn't belong somewhere.]
...with Boyd. I was angry at you. Angry because you didn't come with, because you didn't even... [She doesn't even want to talk about that. Not really.]
We were pack and now, I want you to know that I'm not going to leave. Even if Derek and Peter... [She's not sure what they're going to do, but she's already had to deal with Derek's annoying Dad side.]
[He wants to tell her that none of that matters anymore, not to him. He doesn't want to ask about her and Boyd, though he was probably assuming some things there at the end. Pack was important to him, still is. But he's a little more flexible when it comes to who he'll include in it.]
I'm not going to leave you either.
[Isaac finally looks up at her, less ruffled than he was before.]
I'm not sure where I'll end up or with who. But I know I want you there.
[Good. This is good. This is better than she felt before, because at least she knows she has somewhere to belong. She exhales, her fingers flexing openly.]
Good. [She says it with an honest tone, no snark or smugness in there. It's more relief than anything.]
[She swallows, feeling that knot build in her stomach again. She stays put though, not moving from where she's standing.]
Good. [Well, that's not the words she wanted to say. She knows that much, but repeating her okay-ness with them sticking together felt good. Fine. It's fine.]
I've been offered assistance from someone who claims to know you. Though he says you aren't friendly. His name is Stiles. I assume I shouldn't trust him?
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[for the record, erica went out looking to get an idea of the area and then allison popped up on the network and her stomach sank. seems a good time to get isaac and have a talk.]
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last time I saw her I was at the other end of her bow and arrow.
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Yeah, sure. [He starts sending directions.]
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[and she arrives and this is probably where she feels torn between still wanting to punch him for liking kissing Lydia and being glad that she's not alone with Allison here.]
I have two hands.
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Good. Let's hope we find enough stuff to put in them.
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[here is some awkward silence....]
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[And there's a lot that could follow that, because it seems like they have a lot to talk about. That ridiculous game, for one thing. How she acted and how he felt. But they had to move before they got the chance, and now-]
Have you talked to Derek?
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Yeah, a bit. It feels weird, considering I was leaving and then... then I was here. [It's not like Derek is going to express any actual emotion at her.]
He had questions. I tried to answer them.
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What kind of questions?
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Derek questions. [She glances to him.] Peter's with him. [Which leads her to the whole 'isn't he dead??' glance.]
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[Isaac's eyebrows raise at that.]
We met before.
[He's not sure what to think about him...not after Scott's introduction.]
So any idea what you're going to do?
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I thought- [She frowns. Yeah, she doesn't want to take this wrong, but she feels suddenly shut out. Like Isaac isn't including her in anything and she's being pushed away.]
I thought I was going to stick with you... [She says it as if it's a question now, as if she is now realizing just how different it is to be part of a pack that actually aren't wolves anymore.]
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Yeah. Yeah, we can stick together. I just thought. I dunno.
[He shrugs and looks away again.]
Maybe you wanted to reconsider your options again.
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Oh.]
So, you'd rather stay with Lydia. [Accusatory tone: Go.]
Got it. [Whatever she was doing, she stops so she can reply to Derek, but Isaac doesn't know that.]
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[His face twists.]
Who said anything about Lydia? There are all sorts of new people here. Older, stronger. I thought you might wanna go with one of them, that's all.
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And I don't know any of those people. I know you, but -- [She exhales out of frustration.]
Nevermind.
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[Isaac's confused and scowling. And texting.]
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[and she'll walk the other direction for a bit. Texting Derek. Getting her emotions pushed into a small tight ball. Hearing from Stiles. It's just... it's getting worse and worse the longer she avoids actually helping Isaac get supplies, until now she's stuck with all this stuff - and all she can do is pretend like she's been working on finding things but all she has is nothing.
She circles around to where he's at. The awkward silence. Her jaw shifting slightly as she tries to figure out words.]
Sorry. [It's a start.]
Derek says he's coming to get us. [She's quiet and trying not to overthink.]
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What do you even mean, after my little round? Are you talking about that stupid game?
[There's an empty can on the floor, and Isaac actually kicks it.]
You seemed to be having a good time at the time.
[No, he doesn't sound one bit bitter at the memories of her kissing Stiles. Or even Lydia, for that matter.]
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It was your idea to play that game anyway. [Yes, because throwing that back at him is a smart choice.] No, I just -- it's not like I wanted all of my experiences to be around a game and alcohol. I'm not even supposed to drink. [Her hand gestures out, in nothing that actually pans out to anything at all.]
I played the stupid game. I thought it would be fun and then it was just ... not.
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[And it worked. Sort of. Except now instead of wanting to kill zombies, she maybe wants to kill him.]
I just.
[He looks down again. Who knew a can of peaches could be that interesting.]
It seemed like a good excuse to kiss you.
[Except he didn't put much thought into the part where they'd kiss other people too.]
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An excuse? [She's not ... okay, she's not sure what he just said. It sounded like words. Words that shouldn't make her stomach feel like there's nothing in it. Well, there isn't, but that's beside the point. Her fist closes slowly, like she can just press her nails into her palm and she'll wake up.]
[Nope. Still here. Still with zombies and Isaac getting everyone to drunkenly play games so that...]
You wanted an excuse? Or ... [yeah, no. Something isn't clicking here, because this is Isaac and she's still... her. He was one of the ones that fell at Lydia's feet before they were part of Derek's pack and sure there was a threat of murder in there -- but she saw him kiss her.]
[But she kissed him and... her mouth forms a tight line, trying to just not think. Except all she's doing is thinking.]
To kiss me... or anyone? [Maybe that's easier.]
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What the heck's taking Derek so long?
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He's probably lost. Or they're bickering. [She got that drift when she caught the feed of their conversation.]
[She takes a breath, but she won't move any closer to him. She's not going to do that. This is words and there's no words yet, but she's looking for them.]
I'm sorry I left. [She's not sure why she's apologizing, considering how angry she was that he didn't come with. Now, now it doesn't seem like she can exactly wait for her to find out who was right and she's tired of feeling like she doesn't belong somewhere.]
...with Boyd. I was angry at you. Angry because you didn't come with, because you didn't even... [She doesn't even want to talk about that. Not really.]
We were pack and now, I want you to know that I'm not going to leave. Even if Derek and Peter... [She's not sure what they're going to do, but she's already had to deal with Derek's annoying Dad side.]
I'm not going to leave you.
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I'm not going to leave you either.
[Isaac finally looks up at her, less ruffled than he was before.]
I'm not sure where I'll end up or with who. But I know I want you there.
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Good. [She says it with an honest tone, no snark or smugness in there. It's more relief than anything.]
[She swallows, feeling that knot build in her stomach again. She stays put though, not moving from where she's standing.]
Good. [Well, that's not the words she wanted to say. She knows that much, but repeating her okay-ness with them sticking together felt good. Fine. It's fine.]
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I feel sick. Like I need to just get out.
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