"Stiles, I can smell your pain. I am aware that you're hurting." But Stiles had a point; he'd fallen massively behind when he'd been on the run from the law and then had, had heaps of trouble catching up again (he still was) and getting suspended would just put him further behind. Although, he could use the time to catch up on other work.

Isaac pulls his hand back as if he were burned and shoves them both into his pockets to resist the urge to touch him again. "I didn't mean it." He hadn't. Not really. But that was how it had gone down. He really couldn't bring himself to feel too guilty.