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A kind of emotional tether.
The packâs first and last appearances.
Farewell, Teen Wolf. Thank you for all of the great memories.
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Scottâs concern doesnât exactly go away by the implication of Isaac being lost figuratively. Plus the idea of staying away from the outside world for safety isâŚtragic, and not for the first time, Scott wishes his friend had stayed here.
But! Moving right along, thereâs another implication, and Scott jumps on it, nodding with enthusiasm. âYeah! You want me to tag along? I can totally do that!âÂ
And now that heâs said that, he sure hopes thatâs what Isaac means.
 Isaac grateful. He grateful to have met Scott. There was no one like him. No one as dedicated and devoted to his friends. No one with unlimited kindness and patient to offer to anyone in need. Selflessly putting his life at risk all the time.Â
What did he do to deserve to have Scott? Another though he ponders about every waking moment. And the negative perception of himself that plagues him on the regular. Isaac nods.Â
âPlease, it shouldnât take long. I think whatever Iâm looking for itâs down in the basement...â    Â
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    â Do you really have to ask? â She bantered, tears replaced with a challenging smirk. The huntress took a swift moment to assess the situation around her. Of course she wouldnât win by overpowering him, however her temptress tactics would prove a vital friend. Without shame she gracefully snaked a leg over his body.Â
   Situated in a straddle she simply raised a brow. â But you agreed, so if anything it was your final decision that could have swayed us away from watching the movie. â She counted, slender arms reached out to the couch behind him, drawing her chest close to his. â As he waved the white flag Allison fell back down on the couch, relieving him from his captivity. â Trahsy reality TV is calling me right now. âÂ
   âWhat are you doing?â Isaac poked at her frame before she incline from his lap. Isaac lifted her and force her to where she sat prior to taking the control from his hand. âItâs your house, not mines. And, itâs not everyday we get to be like this.â He grins, resting his hands at the very small of her back. He balance her weight on his lap and kept her from falling with his hands at the ready to recover. Not that it was necessary. She could back flip three times over at any chance.Â
  âOh yeah, whatâs trashy tv?â Isaac ask. âIt sounds stupid. I rather watch you, or you can watch me?â He smirks, raising a hand over to those darling dimples over hers. Isaac caressed, gently thumb one of her cute crease in her cheek. Â
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   Those familiar hands grounded her to reality like a fragile lifeline. Hazel irises avoided Isaacâs as they hid behind fatigued lids. All she wanted to do was continue on, as if she hadnât dug her away out of her own grave. Yet there was a dark void growing in her chest, and she worried something sinister would soon erupt. â But â Deaton said that we opened a door in our minds when we sacrificed our self⌠What if something worse happens when you come back a second time? â A shaky timbre inquired, sheâd been holding in these thoughts for so long now. Â
  He quickly surrounds his arms around her waist, forcing her close to his chest. If he had known she took his jest so seriously, he wouldnât have said those words. Isaac combs through her wavy curls, his long set of digits would capture them and fall loosely at his fingertips. Isaac calmly tries to anchor the Argent girl back to reality where everything felt safe and she need to not worry about anything. Not while he was here in her present and coddling her so close to his beating heart. âShhh, Deaton have said a lot of things. But we sometimes, somehow beat the odds. Whatever happens we can work this out together. Allison, Iâm not letting anything take you away from me again.â He went onto reassure her.Â