A/N: MAJOR SPOILERS! DO NOT READ WITHOUT WATCHING MOTEL CALIFORNIA

Scott really wishes he could laugh off last night, push it under a rug and burry it in the deepest grave but he can't. He tried teasing Isaac on the bus going on—I guess there really are monsters under the bed, huh? Get it, 'cuz you're a were- yeah, you get it—which resulted in them not speaking the rest of the way. He wanted to joke it off with Stiles, because if anyone needs things clearing up with it is them two, but his best friend was fast asleep with Allison's head on his shoulder. Lydia was talking to Boyd about something in the back of the bus and Danny was taking up Ethan's time so Scott couldn't even talk to him if he wanted to.

The first thing he does when he gets home is speed his bike to the hospital and give his mom the tightest hug he's ever given her. She doesn't question it—though she knows something is wrong—and promises they'll have a big dinner tonight when she gets home because his last two nights probably didn't consist of any hearty meals. She holds his face in her hands, says she won't be home late, which Scott makes her swear on—come straight home, don't stop for anything and don't talk to anyone—and she asks if desert is going to have to be necessary. Scott agrees, but only for Isaac's sake. It was the hardest thing he had to do leaving his mom there.

Isaac is in the guest bedroom, which is official now, hugging one of the new pillows Melissa bought him. Scott can't help but sigh at the sight, "Alright. Move over,"

"Wh—no. Hey, give that back." Isaac doesn't care if he sounds pathetic, he needs something to hold onto, to ground him to reality and comfort him. Scott nudges him over and sits on the space next to him on the bed.

"I am much better than a pillow." Scott promises as he puts the pillow behind them. His arms are open and he feels broken inside and Isaac looks like he needs this just as much as he does. A second later, he's got Isaac pressed to him, shoulder to knee and they fall onto the mattress with exhaustion.

If Scott had help Melissa tight earlier, Isaac was trying to match it. Scott's wrapped his arms around his friend's shoulders and rubs his arms for unnecessary warmth.

"You are way better than a pillow," Isaac mumbles into Scott's shoulder. The last twenty four hours have not been funny, at all, but Scott feels the familiar warmth bubbling in his stomach and it rises to his chest. He doesn't realize he's laughing until Isaac's breath is mimicking it against his neck. It's a good feeling, laughing and having someone to hold onto to.

When Melissa gets home, she goes straight up to Scott's room announcing that she's going to start dinner. His bed is empty and Scott doesn't respond. She really shouldn't be surprised that she finds both Scott and Isaac curled up on the guest bed, around each other in every way possible, with their legs intertwined and Scott's nose in the crock of Isaac's shoulder.

She's relieved that they're both sleeping and have each other to comfort the other. Knowing they're exhausted, she closes the door and lets them sleep before heading down to make a small dinner for herself. Tomorrow, she'll get answers; but for now, her boys need rest.

I HAD TO! I JUST HAD TO! THIS EPI, O.M.G. Sorry…I haven't recovered yet. Maybe I'll do a fallow up; yeah, I will, tomorrow with other characters—and I really should update my story I haven't written for in three weeks—but for now I need a nights rest to recharge from tonight's emotional whirlwind.