He eats by himself, Scott thought when he saw Isaac in the lunch room. Scott hadn't really given it much thought before, but he saw it now. Every day Isaac would get his food, then look over all of the crowded tables. He'd sigh before bowing his head and leaving the cafeteria, going to who-knows-where.
"Hey, should we invite Isaac to sit with us?" Scott asked as he watched Isaac inch toward the front of the lunch line one day.
"Why?" Stiles inquired through his mouthful of french fries.
"Haven't you ever seen him leave before? It's like he doesn't have anyone to sit with."
Stiles waved his hand at Scott, signalling that he wasn't nearly as worried as his best friend. Swallowing, he said, "I wouldn't worry about it. He's probably just busy at lunch; you know, training or schoolwork or something."
Scott watched as Isaac's frame disappeared through the cafeteria doors. "Yeah… yeah, you're probably right."