Hot Mess || Damon & Isaac
Isaac still wasn't too sure why he was here, in Damon's office, sitting across from him and partaking in some pudding cups with him. Well, that wasn't true. He had a vague idea: He needed help, Damon had a… reputation, and well, it seemed logical to ask him. However, why he brought a pack of butterscotch pudding, a couple of spoons and were currently half-discussing which weird thing smelled best, was a complete mystery to Isaac. "Listen, uh." Isaac started, giving up on the debate even though his power gave him the know-how on all things smelly. "What do you know of Mr. Mikaelson?" It was a tentative ease into the subject, his gaze going off as he stuck a pudding-filled spoon into his mouth and kept it there. Why'd he go to Damon again? He barely knew him. he hasn't even taken any of his classes. Nothing. Sure he's seen him around. He's heard things. But why trust him for anything? Then again, he didn't need to trust him to visit him. Maybe it was just his wicked attractiveness-- And of course that thought led him to that awkward moment on the blog. It wasn't that Isaac was uncomfortable with his sexuality or anything. After spending most of sophomore year crushing on one of his definitely male teammates, he's come to terms that, sexually, he wasn't quite straight (he wasn't actually sure what he was). But, yet, he was still uncomfortable talking about it. Or maybe he was just afraid the news would get out to his father. So, half-closeted it was, and will be. Because not talking about things was Isaac's specialty, after all.