"No, I wasn't. Because if trying meant that one of you got hurt again, or died because of me?" Stiles snorted, running his hands through his thick hair. This was why he shouldn't have come back. They couldn't understand why he left--why he had needed to leave. Why it had been so damn important.

Staying quiet for a moment, Stiles forced himself to calm, not wanting to claw up his bedsheets, or wolf out. His own wolf liked the idea of Isaac liking him--but recoiled over the fact that the other boy wasn't even able to tell him.

"Yeah well you should have risked it. Trust me, I doubt you would have been rejected." Stiles, back then, had just wanted someone to care about him--genuinely. And hell, maybe if Isaac had told him...he would have had an anchor, and none of the shit that went down, would have. Maybe he never would have left.