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Spoilers for 3:12, and accepted into Cape Kore!

Well, that was actually relatively painless. I mean, you know, aside from the drowning in a bathtub for sixteen hours - you know, I seem to recall there being some sort of noises made about our respective death-buddies 'bringing us back'. Yeah, sitting on my ass always brings people around from their actual-death experiences - and the car crash that knocked me out. Isaac, buddy, get your nose tested. I think it's broken.

But hey! Dad's alive, Scott's alive, Derek's alive, so I'm counting that as one huge win for team Good Guys. (In your face, Peter Hale, I told you we'd all pull our asses through.)

And hey, nice going on the app! I mean, it's no giant turtle flying through space, but there's Derek and Brigid - even if I'm not gonna know who she is right off - and is Lydia there as well?

Other me, are you jealous right now?

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You know what I mean. I mean, I'm already a social leper, why should it matter what has or hasn't happened in my pants? I'm not saying I'm saving it or anything, if the situation comes along, I'm not gonna say no. But at the same time, I'm not gonna go out just looking to get laid.

[All in a neat, sexy werewolf package.]

Oh, I'd have an upper body. But my spine would be at a neat ninety-degree angle to my hips.

...Dude, always with the difficult questions.

Dude, you are not a social leper. Greenberg is a social leper. You've had the same best friend since you were five. But ... I get it. I'm not out to get laid either.

[Yeah, he is kinda sexy.]

In the wrong direction - eh. I don't even like thinking about it. Only hit Derek when he's not awake.

[Arching an eyebrow.]

I like to challenge you.

Greenberg is too socially retarded to function. But yeah, you get it. After being on the bottom couple of rungs forever, and now with freaking werewolves to worry about, my list of priorities does not include 'get laid so everyone will think I'm a studmuffin'.

[HAHA, 'kinda']

Or when he actually needs someone to hit him so he stops being stupid. I know Derek. He'd thank me for it.

You put that eyebrow down, mister.

Sometimes, I'm not sure if Greenberg is actually functioning at all. He's taken a lot of hits to the head. [Issac considered this, before nodding.] Mostly, I'm concerned about everything I don't know. About being a werewolf.

[What? He admitted he could be sexy.]

Funny ... he never thanks me for pointing out when he's being stupid.

Never.

Yeah, I'm worried about not knowing enough about anything. And people dying. People dying is now a legitimate concern I find myself having.

[As long as we've acknowledged this.]

Well, you're supposed to be the Beta. I'm supposed to be the smartass.

Down.

I used to worry about ... well, dealing with my dad. Which was mostly me worrying whether or not I'd be dead. [Quiet, thoughtful.] Now, I worry about other people first. I'm not sure if it's an improvement.

[He will acknowledge that people consider him sexy, including Stiles. In his Stiles way.]

Aaaah, so when it's from the second-in-command, it's criticism. When it's from you, it's advice.

Nope, never, can't make me.

[Smiiiiiiiiiiiiirk.]

It's not necessarily good or bad, as a reflection on you. It's just... your world's expanded. You don't just have yourself to worry about any more.

[Stiles has very objective views of hotness.]

Well, yeah. Because I tend to stay out of Pack business, so when I butt in to contribute, it's because shit is serious.

[Poke. Pokepoke.]

I guess that's true. I have a whole bunch of other people to worry about. [A faint smirk.]

[If they are gorgeous, they are hot. If they are mean to him, they are super hot. Issac gets it.]

That's true. Hey, did you ever think about following in Deaton's footsteps? Maybe learning from him? You'd be a great ...ah ... whatever the Druid word is for what they do.

[Smiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirk.]

Which can be a pain in the ass, but you also have a load of other people to worry about you, too. Glass half-full.

[Well, when you put it like that...]

Naaah, I can only aspire to the level of badass zen master that guy's got going on.

[Goes for the ribs.]

Flip side of the coin, for both of us.

[That he falls for hot people who are mean to him?]

Maybe, but ... I don't know. You have the skills to pay the bills.

[Right, it's headlock noogie time now.]

For the whole Hale-McCall Pack, dude. But definitely for us.

[Makes him sound... well, like an emotional masochist.]

A dab hand with the mountain ash and a flawed, sometimes completely absent concept of self-preservation? These things do not an Emissary make, my friend.

[And now there's squawking and flailing.]

You think it'll get easier? As we get older, and better at this?

[That's because you kinda are, Stiles. That's the point.]

No, but wisdom, courage, and determination kinda do.

[That's what you get for rib poking, Stiles. Noogies.]

Definitely. We're still working it out, none of us really know each other that well - except me and Scott - and we don't know each other's strengths, or how far we can trust each other.

[Shhhh.]

I- Are you doing that thing againg where you try to sneak compliments by without me noticing?

[You totally started it. Or, your eyebrow did.]

...I trust you guys. With my life.

[That's what Issac did. He got in deep with his people, because he was starving for connection.]

Now would I do a thing like that?

[His eyebrow rules. Saaaaaaaaaaaaaay it.]

What, all of us? Even Peter?

[Stiles gets that. Loss has a way of making a person cling that much harder to what they do have.]

I dunno. I mean, you could actually like me. For some weird reason.

[Isaac's eyebrow is sassy and sassy eyebrows are always bad news.]

[HM.]

Okay, almost all of you, with my life.

[That's damned right. Hold onto it with both hands, before it slipped away.]

Could I like you, for some weird reason? It seems like that could be a thing.

[Issac is downright sassy, thank you.]

Well, Scott and Derek still trust each other about as far as I could throw either of them. No-one trusts Peter - good - I think Derek only trusts Cora because she's his sister, and no-one trusts me to actually have a brain. Present company excepted.

[Stiles gets it, completely.]

I dunno, you are pretty weird. Far be it from me to deny you your weirdass weirdo logic.

[Isaac is puppy sass.]

I think Scott and Derek trust each other more than they want to. And of course I trust you to have a brain - I am not the thinker around here.

[Emotional connection bros for life.]

That's true - weirdos of a feather, all that.

[back to the puppy!]

Not as much as they need to, not by a long shot. And you're smarter than you give yourself credit for.

[Altogether bros for life.]

I'd rather be weir with you than normal with anyone else.

[Oh honey, they never left the puppy.]

Eh, I'm okay. I can change into a werewolf, lose my Dad and still maintain a 3.0 average. Stupid chemistry.

[Agreed. Bros for life.]

...Stiles...thanks.

[Because. Well. Yeah. Why was it that it was his fellow freaks that could tell him that they cared about him?]

You know, that's probably gonna go up now Harris is dead. I swear to God, the only reason I get a decent grade in that class is because I spend most of my time looking online to find out what he was actually trying to explain.

[Because they do care, and being aloof isn't as cool as people pretend it is.]

God I hope so. That guy seriously hated our guts. And he didn't help me at home at all.

[Hey, just because he has apathetic teenager down so well he's pissing off FBI agents.]

He was Satan. I like to think he's just gone back home, to hell. He spent all his time belittling us, when he could have just been teaching us.

[Isaac is squishy when it counts. That's all that matters.]

Man, he's like my dad. He had to get his power kick somewhere. He decided that picking on teenage kids was the best way to. Petty bully.

[That's true. He is squishy where it counts.]

Yeah, no kidding. But I thought the military like, slapped that out of you. He was just... mean.

[Squeezes the squish.]

...If you want, I can help give that grade a leg-up.

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