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.]
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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.]