"He's not so bad, you know," Isaac grudgingly admits, because given that he's lost a lot of people in his life and a lot more in the last year, it takes a lot to admit that. "Derek. I mean, yeah, he's no Scott McCall, but who is? I mean, I'm pretty sure even before he became a werewolf, he was a puppy trying to please people." Scott's always struck him as the kind of guy who does good because he doesn't think there's any other option.

Isaac stares at the food on Stiles' plate and his stomach gives a replying growl, making him quick to follow. He leans over to grab a stick of celery, chomping it as he loads up. "Look, the Scott thing is...complicated," he says, shrugging. "I'm just glad to not be an omega right now, especially with all the crap we've got coming."