Isaac gave him a quick tight smile as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans, hitching them down and then up in a quick shrug. “Right. Breaking and entering for normal time.” He huffed a breath, closing one eye on a sharp grin. “Seems legit.”
The kitchen was quiet for a moment, just the rustling of denim as he shifted from foot to foot. He blew out a breath, shrinking smaller as he rubbed the back of his neck, mouth open as he glanced up at Stiles. “So, um, I should probably…” he trailed off, running his hand through his hair and waving a hand between them as he cleared his throat. “You know, apologize for totally trying to kill you and stuff.”
[He shrugged and offered extra explanation.]
❝Breaking into this house is the most normal thing I have done in like two years. Scott got bitten because I broke in and took him out in the woods.❞
[He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced between Isaac and the door and everything else in the room, left helpless in the uncomfortable silence sitting in the air like a tangible film on the breaths he took.]
[He threw out his hands and shrugged in exaggeration.]
❝Oh, no, don’t worry about it. Nearly getting killed, it’s pretty much become an every-day thing for me. You haven’t tried to kill me in a while so I guess we’re cool.❞
[He rubbed a hand down his face and held out his hand.]
❝I’m sorry that we tried to kill you and everything. We were really working at the same thing, we should have just worked together, but Derek refused to listen to any reason.❞