"Get stiles." he doesn't like the way Scott is just looking at him, it makes his skin go all prickly. He wants to be touched, to be held, to be...done dirty things too. According to Isaac logic, either stiles will know what to do to stop this or he'll know what to do to make it a little more bearable. Meaning: he'd get stiles off. At least someone will, Scott's just standing there staring. "Stop staring at me!" he barks, blushing furiously because of his state.
"...Why Stiles?" Scott replies, distracted still. He reached out and runs his fingers over Isaac's chest, as if not realizing what he's doing; he just wants to touch. To feel.











