[Isaac nods again, trying to ignore the reminder of Boyd's death, and how it pangs at his heart. He hasn't experienced it yet, hasn't experienced losing Erica- all he knows is that they die and he couldn't save them. Derek couldn't save them.
It hurts, but not in a finite sort of way. It's the not knowing that does it, the confusion, the secondhand information, the not seeing Boyd or Erica in their world, not realizing them as dead.]
...yeah. I get it. [It's soft, and Isaac moves to set the coffee mug down on the table, his eyes lowered a little.] So... okay. Is that all?
[He doesn't mean it harshly, but he honestly has no idea of what else to say. Derek and him haven't been close for months now, and while part of Isaac misses him dearly, part of him also doesn't know how to navigate this gap that seems to have wedged itself between them.]
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It hurts, but not in a finite sort of way. It's the not knowing that does it, the confusion, the secondhand information, the not seeing Boyd or Erica in their world, not realizing them as dead.]
...yeah. I get it. [It's soft, and Isaac moves to set the coffee mug down on the table, his eyes lowered a little.] So... okay. Is that all?
[He doesn't mean it harshly, but he honestly has no idea of what else to say. Derek and him haven't been close for months now, and while part of Isaac misses him dearly, part of him also doesn't know how to navigate this gap that seems to have wedged itself between them.]