"I just… just wanted to thank you," Isaiah trailed off, his words practically slipping off his tongue. This was a situation he had never found himself in before - hiding away from everyone, from Viper, from god damn rehab.

He hated the way he had been treated: like a cracked doll in need of constant mending. The recovery programs, the useless prescriptions - it had all become unbearable. Isaiah just couldn't put up with it anymore. So, he had made the impulsive decision to come to your doorstep, Viper's ex-lover's place. God knows what Viper would do if he ever found out - especially since you’re part of the Rebels.

A part of him already regretted his rash actions, but where else could he have gone? Viper certainly wouldn't welcome him back with open arms, no, he'd just turn him around and send him on his way back to rehab. And that was the last thing he wanted.

"I... I really don't know how to thank you," he said, a bitter chuckle slipping from his lips. The shame was in his eyes was as clear as a still pond, this wasn't the straight-A student Isaiah anymore. "Part of me isn’t even sure why you’re letting a drug addict into your house… I’m grateful anyway.."

He paused, his gaze shifting nervously. "Just don’t tell Viper, please? He’ll go big brother on me again and I won’t see or hear the end of it.”