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ive never beenn drunk before

[because that's all he's taken from that for now. give him a moment]

ive got blankets
and hoodies
you canh ave one

are you staying warm with all your blankets and hoodies?

trying to
need toget warm 1st to stayu warm

if you need more blankets i have some

[She hasn't just flat out asked if he wants her to come help him, mostly because she really doesn't want to be told no after all of this back and forth.]

[there's a moment's delay before this reply. he's just as unwilling to ask as she is. except-]

if i asked you for hotchocolate would youu make some

[For as much trouble as that other ship had been, with the trapped in the hallways and all the hassle of trying to be careful about being faster than the average person... she's really glad that she went. Things that she never would have taken for granted back home, like instant cocoa, aren't that easy to come by in space and finding it in one of the galleys had been something she barely thought about. She just shoved it in her backpack and kept looking for more non-perishables. Now, she's glad she has it.]

i can make hot cocoa.

[She's pretty sure she'd have to make it and bring it to him. If he's in subzero temperatures there's no way she'd be able to make it in his room. Besides, it does need hot water, not out of the faucet hot water.]

i could bring it to you.

[Unless...]

or you could meet me in the kitchen on your level.

[it'd be neutral grounds. he knows that. if he's going to meet with her, then the kitchen is definitely the better choice. but that's the choice the others would want him to make. (not that they'd want him to meet with hayley in the first place). and that's the very reason his reply is simply-]

then i have to get out of bed
:(

[shush he's allowed to act like a five year old sometimes]

[Is that...? Did he just emoticon a frowny face at her? What does that even mean for someone in high school?? She feels really old all of a sudden and frowns.

But... not like the emoticon.

ANYWAY!!]

you're going to answer the door with all of your linens wrapped around you. aren't you

[blame ric. the end.]

i forgot about that
im gonna turn in to an icicle opening the door

you could try to come here. my rooms been hovering around arizona dry heat.

without shade.

you want me to come to youir room

[okay no, he needs to remember who he's talking to.]

ii kinda need to be able to feel my feet again before i even try to move again

not sure you staying in the spot that is making you cold is going to help with that.

[She won't push it though, because she knows. She knows that she still has a huge red, blinking neon sign above her that reads 'werewolves died because of her' and that it's not going away anytime soon.]

i can come there if that's okay

derek doesnt come up here if thats what youre worried about

no, i care what you want.

i just want to get out of here without feeling like im gonna catch fire

also cocoa

i can bring you cocoa if you want me to.

[This is the worst game of 'come over chicken' ever.]

its ok

[there's a long delay before he continues, mostly because he's trying to work out whether this is really a good idea or not.]

your rooms warmer

then come over.

[She sends it and then just leaves it. She won't pressure or ask him again and if he changes his mind, then she won't think about it.]

[he doesn't send any reply to that. not this time. instead, isaac spends all too long a time forcing himself to get out of his bed. to take on the freezing temperature and step out in to the dry heat of the hallway. from one extreme to the other, though he knows it shouldn't take long for his body to get used to the shift in temperature. it just hurts, right down to his bone, in a way that his healing has no chance of overcoming. all he can do is grit his teeth and wait it out.

almost half an hour has passed by the time he finally makes it to hayley's room, the temperature having shifted enough times that he's long since regretted throwing the majority of his warmer clothing back in to his room after he left. so now, he's wrapped back up in his lone hoodie as he knocks on the door to hayley's room, doing his best to contain his shivering.]

[When there aren't any more replies, Hayley just opts to keep to herself. She can see the condensation on her door, knowing that her room is warmer than the hall outside. Honestly, she's just waiting for there to be a freak rainstorm in between these warm and cold fronts.

She moves around her room, tank top and shorts, bare feet and a glass of water to keep cool. Drinking would be stupid, even if she thinks she needs a drink.

The knock comes suddenly and she wonders why she didn't hear someone coming. She blames it on the heat. The dry air making her feel a bit out of sorts anyway. She's used to fluctuating temperatures, but this is just crazy.

Opening the door, she's surprised to see Isaac. He's shivering and she can almost see the cloud of warmth coming out from her room into the hall.]

Shit, Isaac. [Her hand reaches out for him, pulling him inside quickly so she can shut the door and the cold out.] Keep your hoodie on.

[Once she shuts the door, she moves to grab him a blanket and wrap it around his shoulders, rubbing along his arms to try and warm him up.]

It'll take a bit, but it's better to have to remove layers than have the instant heat.

[offering up little resistance, issac stays silent as hayley makes her attempts at warming him up. it's the contact that keeps him steady. keeps him from backing away and pretending everything's fine. between all the trouble with derek and scott, it's...nice to have someone there who isn't after something from him that he can't give.

it's once he's finally able to at least shift his feet without feeling like they're about to shatter that isaac finally looks up at her, offering up a weak but grateful smile in response. only moments before he's stepping forward slightly so he can instead rest his forehead against her shoulder. a request that comes without words.

well, nothing more than a muttered-]

Don't say anything.

[about what he's doing. about what he's asking for. things are different with hayley than they are with the others. the others ask questions. the others expect him to act a certain way. with hayley, it doesn't seem to matter. not when she's already seen him at his worst. (here, at least. there's worse before, but he's not planning on revisiting those times again, even if they do find his dad).]

[The thing is that Hayley had seen some of the worse. She had been in his mind, felt that fear and need for approval. She could understand a lot of it, too. Probably more than she'd ever admit to anyone. Of never feeling like good enough is good enough. When his head comes to rest to her shoulder, she doesn't say anything at all. Her hand just moves to rest to the back of his head. The slight damp of his hair from all the temperature shifts pressing to her palm as she just stands there with him.

It takes her a few minutes of that stillness before her head tips slightly, resting her cheek to the side of his head. She can feel his breath, hear his heartbeat and even just this slight moment of human contact makes her feel more normal than she has on this ship since she arrived. Everyone puts a door between her and them. Sometimes it's just a figurative thought. Distancing themselves because it feels safer for them, but then the wolf comes and a physical door gets pressed there. Tyler wouldn't even risk staying in the room with her and he was a hybrid. He could've taken her easily, but instead he kept himself away.

For whatever reason, Isaac wouldn't just stay near -- he put himself closer to her and it's possible that it's because of the fact that she's sure rebellion resides in his mind a lot more than most teenagers, but she doesn't want to blame it all on that.

She just wants someone to be okay with her and not be waiting for her to betray them.]

[it's enough; the added contact. the fact she isn't pushing him away. it's enough to keep him from backing off. exactly what he needs to let himself relax for the time being and soak in the comfort that being around someone like hayley brings. he doesn't have to pretend around her, and it's something that's become increasingly harder to find, the longer he's been stuck here. especially with all the new information he keeps learning about what's to come, back home.

but despite just how comforting it may be, it isn't long before he finally steps away again, his gaze fixed on the floor at first as he pulls himself back together. by the time he finally looks back up at hayley again, there's a grin on his face that's completely at odds with just how he's really feeling. it's just easier this way.]

So do you want to get blamed for corrupting a teenager, or are we sticking to cocoa?

[not that age means much of anything, here.]

[The contact is something Hayley tries not to take for granted, but everyone boxes themselves off. The comms, the jumps, everything in its place. Even if she didn't have the wolf to keep at bay once a month she knows that for as many people are on this ship, she won't meet half of them. The ones she does meet have part of her. Memories that have slipped loose. The others already knew what she did by the things Tyler told them.

She is not trusted. Not liked.

With Isaac it's not just different, it's separate from that.

He had asked his questions and she'd answered honestly. Now they just weave in and out of these brief interactions and she doesn't question it. It's funny to think that one of the few people here that might actually trust her is the last person that should.

Her hand stays at the back of his head, not a single shushing sound uttered, despite the thought that she's supposed to be comforting in the moment. When he pulls back she exhales and steps away from him, not because she wants to or needs to, but because she figures it's better for both of them.

Especially with the way he's grinning.

Her hands come up to in front of herself, rubbing the inside of her palm with a thumb as fingers push at her knuckles.]

Blame would imply that someone would find out and think that it was wrong. Are you looking for trouble, Isaac?

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