"Can't get away with it without provocation." But if he'd been put in a position where he was protecting Stiles, Isaac knew Derek would let it slide. Mostly. "I know. But I don't like when you're in pain, Stiles."

Isaac sighs, squeezing his hand. "I know." He reaches for the edge of Stiles' shirt. "Let me see it. I need to know how bad it is."