[Isaac nods slightly at Peter's suggestion, only just now starting to realize the cold. His feet are sort of going numb, fingers still tingling from where they were tightened around Peter's jacket. He flexes his hands a few times to try and get the bloodflow back into them, waiting for Peter to gather himself up.

He doesn't mention it. He's pretty sure they're not going to talk about it. It's not going to be anything, just something that happened between them, just like Isaac never quite finding his own place, or Peter casually staying with him during the full moons. Isaac doesn't mind that, really- there's enough to think on right now.]

Yeah. I'm- actually pretty hungry. I still have to start cooking for dinner tonight, or else I'll go back to the welcome tent and just steal all of their cookies.