So much has happened since then and he's definitely learned a lot about himself in that time, werewolf or not. While it doesn't ease the uncertainty, the idea of the unknown ahead of him, it does make him feel a little less lost in it all.
He looks up when he nudges him again, but he finds the weight of her against his side so familiar and comforting that the tension in his shoulders fades completely. He's kept his distance lately, diving into work or the rescue efforts, and that was more out of self preservation than anything else. But he's missed her, and he's missed her since the day he watched her die back home. Maybe she's not the Allison he saw last, but that doesn't change anything for him, not at the root of it.
Isaac believes her wholeheartedly. Allison doesn't waste her breath if it's not worth something, and he knows that. But he can't help the huff of a laugh that comes out of his chest. Now that he's human, his face actually flushes, but he's grateful it's dark outside.
"Those were just the werewolf muscles," he jokes, giving her a little nudge back, but nothing to actually dislodge her from his side as he turns to look at her. "Just got weak, puny human muscles. Just don't stab me this time because I can't heal."
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So much has happened since then and he's definitely learned a lot about himself in that time, werewolf or not. While it doesn't ease the uncertainty, the idea of the unknown ahead of him, it does make him feel a little less lost in it all.
He looks up when he nudges him again, but he finds the weight of her against his side so familiar and comforting that the tension in his shoulders fades completely. He's kept his distance lately, diving into work or the rescue efforts, and that was more out of self preservation than anything else. But he's missed her, and he's missed her since the day he watched her die back home. Maybe she's not the Allison he saw last, but that doesn't change anything for him, not at the root of it.
Isaac believes her wholeheartedly. Allison doesn't waste her breath if it's not worth something, and he knows that. But he can't help the huff of a laugh that comes out of his chest. Now that he's human, his face actually flushes, but he's grateful it's dark outside.
"Those were just the werewolf muscles," he jokes, giving her a little nudge back, but nothing to actually dislodge her from his side as he turns to look at her. "Just got weak, puny human muscles. Just don't stab me this time because I can't heal."