A/N: I'm sorry I'm scum take this Scisaac get it out of my sight
I don't own Teen Wolf or whatever why would I even do that
"It's just... Derek, he... He kicked me out and..." Scott took in the boy before him. He was wet. Really wet. Soaked, even. He was shivering terribly, whether from the cold or something else, Scott wasn't sure.
"Of course you can stay here. You're always welcome." He flashed his warmest smile and tears welled up in Isaac's eyes.
"I'm sorry. I'm just so sorry..." Sobs fought their way out of him, and Scott couldn't help but go over and embrace him. There was just something about the way Isaac spoke that was so completely and utterly broken that drew Scott to him. Maybe it was just in his nature to help.
"It's okay, man. It's totally okay." Isaac clung to Scott as though if he didn't he was going to be swallowed up into the floor.
They stood like that for what could have been hours. Once the shaking had stopped, Scott spoke.
"C'mon, you're all wet, and you've had a really rough few days. You deserve some sleep. You can borrow some of my pajamas, I've got some pretty sweet Batman ones you could-" Isaac pressed his lips gently against Scott's, so briefly that he could have imagined it. But he hadn't, because there was Isaac, all droopy curls and puffy eyes staring up at him like he was Christmas morning.
"Thank you. Really. Just... Thanks." Scott beamed.
"Hey man, what are friends for?"