[And he lingers- for maybe a fraction of a second. And if a tremor of guilt flickers across his expression at Stiles' acceptance of his own defeat... well, Stiles is flopping on his bed and not looking at him.
Isaac shakes his head tries to push everything away, and leaves.]
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[And he lingers- for maybe a fraction of a second. And if a tremor of guilt flickers across his expression at Stiles' acceptance of his own defeat... well, Stiles is flopping on his bed and not looking at him.
Isaac shakes his head tries to push everything away, and leaves.]