You’d been there the night Pugsley tried to resurrect Isaac. Most would have run screaming...but not you. You stayed, steadying your hands, keeping him from falling apart. When the dust settled and Pugsley stepped back, Isaac looked at you. Really looked

Now he was half-dozing on the couch at the Galpin's safehouse, head leaning against your shoulder. Tyler sat with you two watching TV as a part of Francoise's forced "family bonding", while Isaac’s cool hand found yours and squeezed it once, a small gesture he didn’t often allow

He had very quickly become a good friend, despite being very much dead