wolfcub-mccall || Older!Verse
The past three days hadn’t been Isaac’s best.
He’d spent his first night there completely locked away in his hospital room, still not getting over what had happened. He couldn’t believe he’d lost himself so easily, lost sight of why he was here in the first place. He wasn’t here to rekindle things with Scott—he was doing just fine without him! Really, he was—err, okay, not exactly, but he was living.
He’d managed to get out of the hotel the second day, and visited Melissa, finally. He thought the tight hugs and possible man-tears would be easier in private as apposed to at the rehearsal dinner. The woman was overjoyed that Isaac could make it, and most of his visit was spent chatting and catching up on things around here over coffee, and for a minute Isaac envisioned things were okay again, because she hadn’t brought up the fact that he had left for so long—he had been nervous about the questioning his entire trip, but she just brushed it off as if Isaac had been there throughout, and he felt right at home again. He’d even debated going up stairs to have a look around their old room, just out of curiosity—but quickly retracted that thought, seeing as he didn’t want to be reminded of Scott unless absolutely necessary for the rest of this trip.
What was more absolutely necessary for the bride’s son than the rehearsal dinner? Isaac took in a deep breath before going in, deeming that tonight, he was going to put on that staged smile he’d been working on so hard, walk in there, greet everyone, and look like he was absolutely fine. Which he was. Completely, utterly fine. That is, if you consider ‘fine’ as chugging down half a bottle of alcohol back at the hotel before coming, even though he knows he can’t get intoxicated as a werewolf, he knows it’s a useless attempt—he just needed something, and he tried to do without his cigarettes this visit—well, for the most part.
He’d been catching up with a few old classmates, Danny being one of them—when he’d caught sight of Scott, across the room. He felt his stomach do back flips, and god, he didn’t know whether this meant get out of there or go kiss him over and over—no, no. He refused that urge, especially from his wolf, because he was going to get over the boy. He gave a quick awkward smile in his direction, before turning back to the one he was talking to, trying to resist the urge to look back again.
Dinner felt like it had dragged on forever when you were trying to focus more on the detailing of your plate than the alpha sitting just a few chairs away from you. It was proving to be hard enough to be around Scott like this, but the night had hardly started, they were still having dinner, and there were toasts and dessert and possibly even dancing to go after, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to keep under control the whole night.
He politely excised himself while everyone else was conversing over the end of dinner, and most assumed he was heading over to the bathroom, when really he’d made his way out and walked out to the venue’s back garden.
He’d barley breathed out a few puffs before sensing someone else. “..I can hear you, you know.”
Isaac looks mature, composed, there’s nothing there of the lanky, dorky teenager that Scott would spend days holed up with playing video game or snuggling and nuzzling. If the old Isaac’s there, he’s doing a damn good job at hiding it. The grip around his heart seems to constrict, claws digging in as he watches the wolf from across the room, ignoring Stiles’ and Derek’s efforts at dragging him away.
And then Isaac’s smiling at him - or at least he’s not glowering like yesterday (baby steps) and he has to look away for a moment to catch his breath. Maybe he hadn’t fucked this up as royally as he’d imagined. He wishes he hadn’t avoided him the past three days - he should have kept trying. Trying to break through, to bring back his Isaac and then make him stay for good.
Dinner’s bearable, even with Lydia shooting suggestive glances towards Isaac and then raising an eyebrow at Scott, her intentions clear as day. She doesn’t see the problem here, doesn’t see how complicated this is. In order to avoid Lydia, he eventually found himself staring at Isaac instead, taking note of the way his jaw works, the way he scratches at his nose, the way his lips part ever so slightly as he listens to his neighbor talk - he can’t stop looking.
But then Isaac’s chair is scooting backwards and he’s leaving and the wolf in his chest tries to claw after him (the stupid, needy, desperate thing). With a muttered excuse and a knowing look from three pairs of eyes, he trails after Isaac -
- only to find him smoking.
"You smoke now?" It’s the first thing to make it past his lips despite his brain’s mantra of nonononono and he immediately regrets it; the words sound far too much like an accusation.