"If you are going to say this stuff, look at me." It almost came out as a growl, but Stiles could smell the truth on him...but he wanted to see it.

"I left because I cared so damn much, I didn't want to see any of you get hurt. You'd been through enough--I was just...I was just a big problem that I didn't think anyone should have to deal with." Stiles sighed, finally pulling his hand away from Isaac's chest.

"And yeah, I was in love with my idea of Lydia--but you had to have known that I thought you were attractive. You have a werewolf nose too. I didn't back then."