[ ugh. you're the slowest, isaac. stiles is just outside (and has been, for the past eight of those ten minutes)—so when he gets the text, he pounds his fist on the door. loudly. ]
[It's going to take him another minute or so to get to the door, and when he opens it, you're going to have the most irritable werewolf ever staring you down. He's tall and lanky, emphasized by the sleep shirt and pants where he usually wears bulky sweaters and leather jackets- his hair is unbrushed, eyes are still brimming over with sleep, and barefoot. This is what you get, Stiles.]
[ stiles looks him up and down s l o w l y, both eyebrows raised. dude, ever heard of a mirror? ]
You're looking... [ laughable ] ... fresh this morning.
Mind if I just—
[ he pushes past, carefully not looking anywhere but his target destination—which would be the foyer. (once he's inside, it'll be at least one and half times harder to throw him out. theoretically.) he turns on his heel, shooting another glance in isaac's direction, tempered with a judgmental kind of focused determination. isaac looks like he's about five seconds from ripping his head off, so maybe this isn't the best time, but it is a time, and stiles is not super great with being patient on his best days. he and patience have some relationship issues. ]
[Isaac has to shuffle aside as Stiles all but forces his way inside, and that's bound to get a lot of good points there, man. So, with no real option other than grabbing him by the collar and turning him right back out onto the doorstep, Isaac turns to face Stiles, closing the door and leaning back against it, his arms folded in front of his chest. No way out now, dude. Hope you thought this one through.]
You mean the 'talk' where you interrogate me on everything that's happened the last few weeks?
[Eyebrow raise. He doesn't appreciate being used for information, Stiles, especially when he knows without a shadow of a doubt that you wouldn't be here unless you wanted something from him.]
[ they're not friends. scott might be interested in being all buddy-buddy, but as far as stiles is concerned, isaac is still the asshole that tried to help derek capture and kill lydia. admittedly, he's been acting a little less dickish (a little), but stiles still doesn't trust him as far as he can throw him.
this—this is the exception. isaac is the only one who knows what happens. what... happened. so yeah, stiles is using him for information—but he doesn't feel even a little bit bad about it. ]
All right. [ he pauses, tonguing the inside of his cheek. he can't make a big deal out of this in front of isaac, even if it's been eating at him all night. ] You know my dad, the sheriff? He's fine, right?
[Isaac watches him for a moment- he's taller, and thanks to the wolf, stronger and faster. And part of him is pissed, and he wants Stiles to know that he can definitely beat him to a pulp if need be. That, hey, the only reason Stiles hasn't been forced into the hallway with a few gashes and a door slammed in his face is by Isaac's good graces alone.
So he stays quiet. Staring, because that's so intimidating. And compared to one of Derek's legendary stares, Isaac's is pretty much like a puppy trying to mimic its father, but it's still... there. Glowery, just with a little too much sullen. He looks more like an inconvenienced teenager than a big, bad wolf.]
Why should I tell you anything?
[Just because he feels like being a dick, and hey, maybe if Stiles had asked nicely and not barged into his house and demanded answers, Isaac would be a little more agreeable.]
[ stiles lets out a breath and rolls his eyes. he's dealt with many a harrowing wolf stare, courtesy the sourest of hales, and isaac's expression—while kind of creepy—isn't doing much to dissuade him. stiles talks even when he's been told to shut up, repeatedly; nothing short of the threat of physical violence will get him to pipe down or stop nosing around. ]
Because— [ wwsd. what would scott do. ] Because it's the right thing to do.
[He sounds the least convinced ever. Still, Stiles' words rang eerily similar to Scott's own, and the casual and completely unintentional reminder of the day in the clinic gives him pause.
Isaac is used to playing the bully by now. Comfortable with it, immersed enough in it to not have a whole lot of empathy, especially not for some kid asking if his dad was okay. He has half a mind to end this conversation now, just to leave Stiles wondering, to lash out at him the only way he can at this point- but he doesn't.
What ends up happening is that he sort of falters, and it's sort of Scott's fault somehow, but Isaac sighs and acts like it's an inconvenience anyway.]
As far as I know, he's fine. He hasn't shown up in the news, anyway.
that's all he really wanted to know. the pressing information, anyway. everything else, while still important, is kind of secondary; nothing beats stiles' dad, nothing, and to hear that he's okay is a huge weight off of stiles' shoulders. there's still the nagging feeling that anything could be happening back home, right now, where stiles can't stop it or help prevent it or look out for it (the kanima is still out there, even if matt isn't, and it's got a new master, so who the hell knows who it's killing?), but it's a lesser worry than it was before; he can rest easy. for a given definition of easy. or resting, for that matter.
so he nods. wants to say oh, thank god, and pump his fist, let off some energy, but keeps it in, buried along with the exclamations he knows are for nobody but himself. ] Great. Awesome. Perfect.
[ because family's family, and dads are dads, and isaac should get that, even if... his wasn't so great.
stiles pauses, warily. ] Just to be absolutely clear, Peter didn't do anything, did he? Like, he didn't set fire to the town and fiddle on the rooftops.
[ because that? would be a thing peter would do. ]
[Isaac couldn't help but to roll his eyes at the celebration happening just across from him, utterly unimpressed with Stiles' display. He doesn't really care about anyone, especially not the way that Stiles does for his father, and so the whole idea that Stiles should be as pleased as he is, is... kind of lost on him.
The second question is something he can handle better. Detached from any weird emotional hangup, and it's Peter, who'd been kind of a creep, but not really a villain in the time that Isaac had known him, despite Scott's and Stiles' reactions to hearing that he was still alive.]
No- that's stupid, why would he do that? [Isaac sneers at the thought, before shrugging.] Peter helped us plan everything. Without him, we'd probably be dead.
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What.
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You're looking... [ laughable ] ... fresh this morning.
Mind if I just—
[ he pushes past, carefully not looking anywhere but his target destination—which would be the foyer. (once he's inside, it'll be at least one and half times harder to throw him out. theoretically.) he turns on his heel, shooting another glance in isaac's direction, tempered with a judgmental kind of focused determination. isaac looks like he's about five seconds from ripping his head off, so maybe this isn't the best time, but it is a time, and stiles is not super great with being patient on his best days. he and patience have some relationship issues. ]
Sooo, about that talk.
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You mean the 'talk' where you interrogate me on everything that's happened the last few weeks?
[Eyebrow raise. He doesn't appreciate being used for information, Stiles, especially when he knows without a shadow of a doubt that you wouldn't be here unless you wanted something from him.]
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Yep. That's the one.
[ they're not friends. scott might be interested in being all buddy-buddy, but as far as stiles is concerned, isaac is still the asshole that tried to help derek capture and kill lydia. admittedly, he's been acting a little less dickish (a little), but stiles still doesn't trust him as far as he can throw him.
this—this is the exception. isaac is the only one who knows what happens. what... happened. so yeah, stiles is using him for information—but he doesn't feel even a little bit bad about it. ]
All right. [ he pauses, tonguing the inside of his cheek. he can't make a big deal out of this in front of isaac, even if it's been eating at him all night. ] You know my dad, the sheriff? He's fine, right?
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So he stays quiet. Staring, because that's so intimidating. And compared to one of Derek's legendary stares, Isaac's is pretty much like a puppy trying to mimic its father, but it's still... there. Glowery, just with a little too much sullen. He looks more like an inconvenienced teenager than a big, bad wolf.]
Why should I tell you anything?
[Just because he feels like being a dick, and hey, maybe if Stiles had asked nicely and not barged into his house and demanded answers, Isaac would be a little more agreeable.]
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Because— [ wwsd. what would scott do. ] Because it's the right thing to do.
[ isaac, come on. he's not going to beg. ]
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[He sounds the least convinced ever. Still, Stiles' words rang eerily similar to Scott's own, and the casual and completely unintentional reminder of the day in the clinic gives him pause.
Isaac is used to playing the bully by now. Comfortable with it, immersed enough in it to not have a whole lot of empathy, especially not for some kid asking if his dad was okay. He has half a mind to end this conversation now, just to leave Stiles wondering, to lash out at him the only way he can at this point- but he doesn't.
What ends up happening is that he sort of falters, and it's sort of Scott's fault somehow, but Isaac sighs and acts like it's an inconvenience anyway.]
As far as I know, he's fine. He hasn't shown up in the news, anyway.
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that's all he really wanted to know. the pressing information, anyway. everything else, while still important, is kind of secondary; nothing beats stiles' dad, nothing, and to hear that he's okay is a huge weight off of stiles' shoulders. there's still the nagging feeling that anything could be happening back home, right now, where stiles can't stop it or help prevent it or look out for it (the kanima is still out there, even if matt isn't, and it's got a new master, so who the hell knows who it's killing?), but it's a lesser worry than it was before; he can rest easy. for a given definition of easy. or resting, for that matter.
so he nods. wants to say oh, thank god, and pump his fist, let off some energy, but keeps it in, buried along with the exclamations he knows are for nobody but himself. ] Great. Awesome. Perfect.
[ because family's family, and dads are dads, and isaac should get that, even if... his wasn't so great.
stiles pauses, warily. ] Just to be absolutely clear, Peter didn't do anything, did he? Like, he didn't set fire to the town and fiddle on the rooftops.
[ because that? would be a thing peter would do. ]
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The second question is something he can handle better. Detached from any weird emotional hangup, and it's Peter, who'd been kind of a creep, but not really a villain in the time that Isaac had known him, despite Scott's and Stiles' reactions to hearing that he was still alive.]
No- that's stupid, why would he do that? [Isaac sneers at the thought, before shrugging.] Peter helped us plan everything. Without him, we'd probably be dead.