"You were in love with Lydia! I don't say anything because... I figured it would be useless." Isaac ducks his head, avoids Stiles' gaze while the Omega spoke, unwilling to face the truth in the words he was saying.

He shakes his head. "I didn't see the point any more, after you'd left. I didn't think you cared about us. You were pack, we all cared about you. And then you took off... So we-I figure you didn't care anymore." The words are as jumbled and repetitive as the ones swirling around in his head and he's not even sure it makes sense. But he has to tell Stiles anyways.