A weight has lifted from his chest, though whether that weight holds the stress of being human or the pain and confusion from back home, he's not sure. But whatever doors had been shut, whatever locks engaged, are open now and there's an easy comfort that he remembers. It's like being home, really, even if when he goes back home, she won't be there anymore.
It's comforting and confusing— caught somewhere in between what they were and whatever this place has made them, even when what they were was as fluid and changing as it is now. But Allison's a steady constant, either way, and he's suddenly regretting not reaching out to her sooner. They've talked, like at the bonfire, or at the maze, but he's missed this.
"You could kick my ass as a werewolf, why do you think I want you to teach me anything as a human? I've done the whole eating concrete thing and I don't want to do that a thousand times for your fun. I'm not that stupid." His brows raise and he looks at her, almost accusingly, but there's a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He shakes his head, conceding.
"But yeah, fine. I guess I'll let you kick my ass while you still can. Who knows, might not be human forever. Get your cheap shots while you can, Argent."
Her smile widens, the comfort and easiness between them making whatever tension lingered within her disappear. She hates that he’s dealing with this, that he feels how he does now that the wolf in him is gone, but at least they’re able to reconnect like this again.
“Oh please, the point is to get you to kick ass, not to kick your ass. Not yet, anyway.” She winks at him before she leans her head against him for a moment. This is incredibly normal, just sitting out here like this, keeping each other company - but it’s so familiar, too.
She really has missed him.
“Do you want to do something incredibly boring and human like watching TV at my place? Peter and Lydia are in bed, I think, so I have the couch all to myself.”
"Fine, fine, I'll do it, alright? We can train." Isaac rolls his eyes. He knows how skilled Allison is back home, and with another year of another place under her belt, he has no doubts that he's in for a world of hurt when they train.
Everything feels so normal like this and that's such a relief. He's not really been able to find his footing since arriving, and to have some kind of solid ground back under his feet really makes a difference. He looks down at her, with her head leaned against him. He hesitates for a moment, but finally reaches for her hand, giving it a brief squeeze. "Um, thanks, by the way. For coming out here to talk to me. It means a lot."
It's easy for him to forget he doesn't have to go it all alone, and Allison has the straightforward, clear-headedness that he lacks. He snorts at her offer, though, and carefully moves to stand once he's sure her full weight isn't against him. "But boring, human TV sounds good. As long as it's not some like, bad chick flick or whatever."
“Good,” she answers, looking somewhat smug at his agreement to train, but she’s just more relieved that he seems better now than how he was when he first messaged her.
The way he reaches over and takes her hand makes her features soften, and she returns the squeeze. “Any time,” she promises. “Some things may have changed between us, but...some haven’t. I’ll always be here for you when you need me.”
She turns to look at him so he can see that she’s sincere, and she gives him a small, reassuring smile. It’s impossible to not wonder sometimes how life would have been if she hadn’t been killed, if she would have survived the fight with the Oni, and for a moment it’s as if her heart aches at what was cut so tragically short.
She hides it well, though, and she gives his hand another squeeze before she stands as well. She even lets out a small laugh at his suggestion of a chick flick. “You’re thinking of the wrong roommate, I don’t do those. Granted, I don’t know if this is much better; I was starting to watch the new Jumanji. Because apparently that’s a thing now?”
She rolls her eyes before she tugs him with her to her apartment. In the morning she’ll do what she can to look into this, even if she has no idea how to fix it. But, at the very least, she’ll be here for him as long as he needs her.
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It's comforting and confusing— caught somewhere in between what they were and whatever this place has made them, even when what they were was as fluid and changing as it is now. But Allison's a steady constant, either way, and he's suddenly regretting not reaching out to her sooner. They've talked, like at the bonfire, or at the maze, but he's missed this.
"You could kick my ass as a werewolf, why do you think I want you to teach me anything as a human? I've done the whole eating concrete thing and I don't want to do that a thousand times for your fun. I'm not that stupid." His brows raise and he looks at her, almost accusingly, but there's a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He shakes his head, conceding.
"But yeah, fine. I guess I'll let you kick my ass while you still can. Who knows, might not be human forever. Get your cheap shots while you can, Argent."
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“Oh please, the point is to get you to kick ass, not to kick your ass. Not yet, anyway.” She winks at him before she leans her head against him for a moment. This is incredibly normal, just sitting out here like this, keeping each other company - but it’s so familiar, too.
She really has missed him.
“Do you want to do something incredibly boring and human like watching TV at my place? Peter and Lydia are in bed, I think, so I have the couch all to myself.”
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Everything feels so normal like this and that's such a relief. He's not really been able to find his footing since arriving, and to have some kind of solid ground back under his feet really makes a difference. He looks down at her, with her head leaned against him. He hesitates for a moment, but finally reaches for her hand, giving it a brief squeeze. "Um, thanks, by the way. For coming out here to talk to me. It means a lot."
It's easy for him to forget he doesn't have to go it all alone, and Allison has the straightforward, clear-headedness that he lacks. He snorts at her offer, though, and carefully moves to stand once he's sure her full weight isn't against him. "But boring, human TV sounds good. As long as it's not some like, bad chick flick or whatever."
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The way he reaches over and takes her hand makes her features soften, and she returns the squeeze. “Any time,” she promises. “Some things may have changed between us, but...some haven’t. I’ll always be here for you when you need me.”
She turns to look at him so he can see that she’s sincere, and she gives him a small, reassuring smile. It’s impossible to not wonder sometimes how life would have been if she hadn’t been killed, if she would have survived the fight with the Oni, and for a moment it’s as if her heart aches at what was cut so tragically short.
She hides it well, though, and she gives his hand another squeeze before she stands as well. She even lets out a small laugh at his suggestion of a chick flick. “You’re thinking of the wrong roommate, I don’t do those. Granted, I don’t know if this is much better; I was starting to watch the new Jumanji. Because apparently that’s a thing now?”
She rolls her eyes before she tugs him with her to her apartment. In the morning she’ll do what she can to look into this, even if she has no idea how to fix it. But, at the very least, she’ll be here for him as long as he needs her.