How about 25 with Isaac?
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finding comfort in their scent
Isaac loves post cards and letters from Scott. Sure, they can text and email, but there's something about the physical items. It's Scott's scent, warm and spicy, permeating the cardboard and filling Issac with comfort.
Then, one day, Scott sends a scarf. It's clunky and frayed and in seven different colors of yarn. It comes with a letter apologizing for the hand-me-down yarn and the inexpert stitches. Issac doesn't take the scarf off for days. He sleeps with it every night, Scott's scent, his frustrations, his sadness, his love. Isaac never washes the scarf. He sends back a card that just says "thanks" and hopes his own overwhelmed scent is enough for Scott to understand.
It feels a little like cheating when Derek sends a care package, and he inhales deeply, taking comfort in the scent of his first alpha. Derek has a more bitter flavor to his smell, but it's familiar and a thousand times better than the sweet-smelling French alpha whose territory he's in right now.
He wears the leather jacket Derek sends over with a smile, Scott's scarf draped around his neck. For a few days, while Derek's scent is fresh and Scott's so ingrained in the yarn, it feels like home.
When Scott texts about hooking up with Derek he pulls both items of clothing on and basks in a dream that can never come true. The idea of both of them holding him, smelling them both happy and whole around him is an ocean away.
(When Derek and Scott come to France, whole and healthy and still together. When he sees their smiles and tracks their flesh and blood faces with his eyes, he thinks he's prepared for the smell of them. (He's not.))
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