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"YOU DON'T STILL LIVE HERE, do you?
Lynn heaved out a thick pant as she helped Derek place a still unconscious Isaac onto the same wooden table from all those months ago — with the wide open books and laptop. She shifted her arm underneath Isaac's armpit so she would no longer be sharing half the boys weight, and Derek did something similar to finish placing him onto the board wrapped in a soft blanket.
"No," Derek replied to the curious Scott, and then bent down a few yards away towards the old living room would've been where a tree trunk had now grown into the house. Several pieces of wood were covering the food, so he started aimlessly throwing them to the other side of the room. "The county took it over, but there's something here that I need. It'll help heal a wound from an Alpha."
"I don't get it," Lynn spoke up with furrowed eyebrows, glancing down to Derek still fumbling through some branches and then back up at the sleeping Isaac. "It already healed."
"Not on the inside," Derek explained, and Lynn's narrowed blue eyes just grew even more confused.
Lynn stopped paying attention to the two boys as they continued an individual conversation, and she shifted to now glance at the unconscious Isaac. He always managed to look so soft, so peaceful when he was asleep — no thick eyebrows furrowed or wrinkles eyes, just unburdened.
With a gentle expression, Lynn placed a hand around Isaac's cheek as she pushed one of his many light brown curls out of the way of his forehead. She just stared at him for a moment, wondering if perhaps she had made a mistake of some sort, ending the fling the two of them were sharing. Not even noticing the noise from Derek had stopped, the girl placed a warm kiss on the side of Isaac's cheek.
Where Derek just stood as a silent on-looking, however, there was a hurt expression that flashed across his face — even if it was just for a second. Scott seemed to notice the way Derek just stopped all movements and how his eyes were steady on Lynn, piecing one thing with another, and then his face softened.
"You care for her."
Derek jerked his head away from staring at Lynn, upwards towards Scott, and after realizing that he could the man looking at Lynn in the first place, he went back to scrambling through some herbs for Isaac's wound.
"You should talk to her," Scott continued on in a hushed voice, making sure the girl in the other room wouldn't be able to hear them.
