"Or we could go to the all-ages buffet," Isaac echoes, though there's a flash of an expression on his face that suggests that's something he never thought of purely because it seemed like something he might've done if he were younger and not willing to push a boundary. "It stops, yeah," he agrees, the smile on his face barely there. "It's kind of good and kind of not. I mean, getting out of the motel? Good," he points out. "Freezing time after Boyd. I mean, good on the one hand, but then I always know I have to go back to it."
He has to go back at some point and face the music -- face Allison and Scott. "If I go back, I don't know whose pack I belong to, anymore. Here? It's there, in the back of my mind, but not exactly as intense."
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Date: 2013-10-24 11:04 pm (UTC)He has to go back at some point and face the music -- face Allison and Scott. "If I go back, I don't know whose pack I belong to, anymore. Here? It's there, in the back of my mind, but not exactly as intense."