[Isaac huffs, flopping down on his side, still laying along the foot of the bed.]

I don't know. You- you wear a lot of brown.

[And with that, he rolls on his back, looking up toward the ceiling. And it's all in good fun, and he's not really thinking too hard about it, but what if he did? Isaac's eyes narrow slightly and he considers everything for a moment, before glancing back up toward Peter.]

You're sturdy, I guess. Earthy. You always have this smell, like- like herbs, and that forest you made in the VR room. I mean, god, you're just a year older than me, but sometimes when I look at you, it feels like you're a hundred. I feel it- the wolf feels it, it's just different. [Isaac bites his lip, faltering, rolling to his back once more.] Scott and I, and Derek too, we all tried our best, but it feels like we're scrambling to hold onto anything. We're just kids. Without Scott, I thought it was going to get worse, you know?

[Isaac frowns, his fingers tapping idly over his chest. It's a hard emotion to phrase, and he doesn't really know if he's conveying it right.] And you- you say you don't know shit, but you feel calm despite it. More grounded than Derek, and even Scott. Derek is motivated by his anger, Scott... by his love, I think, and you're just- you're like the earth itself. Moving, readjusting, and yet staying still.

[He laughs suddenly, throwing his arm over his face to hide the flush.]

Oh my god, I sound like an idiot. If our English teacher didn't try to kill us all, I definitely could have gotten a B for that.