"Fair?" Stiles let the words wash over him, that Isaac had cared for him...but there was anger there, still, and frustration. "You could have told me. I was human, and an idiot. It wasn't like I could read your mind, or smell it or anything like that."

He reached up, putting a hand on Isaac's chest, determined to make the werewolf stay where he was, golden eyes baring down. "You could have told Scott to tell me. Or get him to give you the email address I used. It isn't fair that I spent all this time thinking that no one but Scott gave a shit. That you did but decided not to tell me."