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[ Scott probably should have checked the network before appearing on it so he’d know why he's in the situation he is right now, but he’s somewhat disorientated from waking up handcuffed to his freaking bed, so the first thing he does is make a video broadcast asking for answers instead. The fact that they’re comfy, padded handcuffs is more confusing, but all his clothes are on so this can't be sex-related (he can think of two people he wouldn't mind it being a sex thing with but they're nowhere to be seen plus he can't remember how he got here). Little does Scott know, he lost his bracelet and was grey for a while, but Stiles managed to finally find the damn necessary jewellery to survival here, putting it on Scott while his grey self was sleeping.

But Scott’s back to his old self now and the most confused he's ever been. ]

Can someone explain to me why I’m cuffed to a bed right now?

[ Scott looks around the room - which he recognizes as his room, and it’s pink. Thanks for redecorating while he was grey, Rue. ]

In my pink room? [ Scott looks down at the two creatures watching him at the bottom of his bed. ] Guarded by a wolf cub and baby dragon?

[ When the dragon gets closer, Scott sees it’s holding keys in its mouth. What look a lot like handcuff keys. Yes. Scott beckons the dragon over to him. ]

Here - come here, boy! Come closer, come on… [ Except the dragon doesn’t. It tosses the keys into the air and the wolf cub catches it in her mouth. And then there’s an audible swallow. Goodbye, keys. Scott just… stares, and then thumps his head back against the wall behind him with a groan. ]

This can’t be happening.

[ To make matters worse, the wolf cub and the dragon jump on him for cuddles. ]

No way. I’m not cuddling you guys.

[ Except he totally is. He’s Scott McCall, unable to resist cute animals wanting to cuddle him. ]

You both suck. [ The video ends on Scott's sulky, pouty face. ]

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[ Scott looks a little surprised to hear that Isaac has talked about their situation to others, but so has he. Only none of Scott's confiding in other people has got him closer to knowing how to go about dating Isaac and Allison - but maybe that's because who he should be talking about it to is them. ]

I can't believe we're actually talking about this... [ Not because he doesn't want it, but because he didn't think they'd ever be talking about it as though it's a possibility that could become a reality. ] But yeah, I'd want it to work.

I think - it's like... we're a sandwich? There's three parts to it, two slices of bread and a filling. You take away one part and it's not complete. You have to have all the parts to make it the best sandwich ever. A sandwich you can really enjoy.

[ Wow, this analogy right now... You sure you want a relationship with this kid, Isaac? ]

[Isaac stares at him throughout the explanation, his expression slowly growing more and more perplexed, before he slowly shakes his head, not entirely sure where Scott is going with this.]

A sandwich.

[The past few months of worry and desire and guilt and attraction and tentative steps forward for this. A sandwich.

There's a pause, and he opens the door.]

...I should go, alright? Leave you to find the other part of your sandwich, McCall.

[Even if he can't help the little smirk at the corner of his lips as he says it.]

[ Scott doesn't really blame Isaac for leaving after being compared to a third of a sandwich.

Still, Scott won't let him have the last word, watching Isaac's back as he opens the door. ]

Hey... we're okay, right? [ He's still thinking about Isaac's reaction to wanting to stay handcuffed because of Allison coming to see him, unsure what to make of that. ] Because I like it a lot more when you're flirting with me than when you're mad at me.

Yeah.

[Isaac shrugs with a halfhearted smile- it's difficult not to be at least somewhat amused when he's talking to a guy who's handcuffed to a bed in the middle of a pink room.]

I'll see you.

[And he's gone.]

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