[Isaac has no such desire to run- even if staying here is making things raw, uncomfortable because they've never communicated in emotion so much as the mocking disregard of it. To have Peter here now, crying, broken on him- it's a lot. He holds on because he knows he has to, but it's a lot.]

Yeah. Yeah, it's okay. I've got you.

[He thinks, anyway. Maybe. Because Peter is maybe a year older than him, but he seems an eternity deeper sometimes, and Isaac doesn't know if he has it in him to be an anchor for someone who might as well be an ocean himself.]