Video - Day 386

[teenyoda]

[Stiles' face shows up on the screen and he's looking maybe just a little worse for wear. There's lines around his eyes and he looks like he hasn't been sleeping well.]

So, the timing on this could be better. I'll be jumping on the wagon to Alfheim tomorrow morning and, um, I need a favor.

[He really should have locked this from his dad, but he hadn't really been on his game when he'd decided to make this.]

Could someone come in and check up on Scott while I'm gone? He went all grey and we can't find his bracelet. I've got him sort of... tied up to his bed, but I need someone to come by and make sure he eats and uh, you know, bathroom stuff.

[Anyone who knew him could see this wasn't an easy thing to ask. Someone was feeling especially guilty at the moment.]

I can't leave him like that, so if no one can do it, I'll just have to, ah, let him go. But with all this going on right now...

I'd just really appreciate a little help. I'll owe someone. Hugely.

[There's a pause, then Stiles looks directly into the screen instead of letting his eyes jump all around it.]

Please.

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[teenyoda]

Yeah, well, you and I can hate each other any time. Scott...

[He looked over at what used to be his best friend.]

Scott needs for that not to happen now. So I can at least pretend to be almost grown up and let it go for now.

Doesn't mean I won't burn all your hair off later when he's back.

[freezerburned]

[Isaac laughs at that- softly though, without much evidence of mocking.]

You gonna give me a few minutes or what?

[teenyoda]

Yeah, yeah, don't rush me.

Just let me know when you leave, okay?

[He gave Scott a last look, then turned to go, Hale still chittering at Isaac as they left the room, Stiles shutting the door behind him.]

[freezerburned]

Yeah, yeah.

[And Isaac moves to sit next to Scott, who is shifting around a little but doesn't seem to really even notice the tension in the room that dissolves when Stiles leaves. So after a moment of awkward sitting, Isaac glances over to him, brows furrowed, not really entirely sure of what to do here. It reminds him of sitting next to someone's hospital bed.

He joked earlier about reading a story, but now he sort of wishes that he had one on hand. Aren't there studies out there that show that coma patients wake up faster if you read to them? Maybe? He doesn't know.

So the time ticks by awkwardly, and Isaac shuffles a little to himself, not really knowing what to say or what to do, because Scott is just lying there- but colorless, soulless, like it's not him and he's somehow trapped inside. Isaac's eyes lower a little at the thought and he moves to stand before letting out a deep breath. This is stupid. All of this is just dumb.

Still, he sneaks a glance toward the door to make sure that it's shut before leaning forward, pressing his hands against the edge of the bed for balance as he quickly kisses Scott's forehead and pulls away.]

You'd better come back soon.

[He really wasn't supposed to care this much.

With a sigh, Isaac wraps his jacket tighter around himself and opens the door, moving to leave.]

I'm going!

[teenyoda]

Fine! I'll see you tomorrow!

[Maybe. Who knows what the hell would happen once they left for Alfheim? But he got up and went back to go to Scott's room, not liking leaving him alone when he wasn't locked up.

There was something so wrong with that.]