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[keepsmeawake]

"Oh but you're so good at looking pretty," bam, ten points to Gryffindor, that was some smoothness, good job Stiles. It was probably ruined by the mental party he was having as soon as he said it, but he wasn't usually that quick with good compliments. It also probably didn't help that he just gave himself house points, he probably lost cool points just for having a Hogwarts house. At least she couldn't read his mind.

"It would be a pretty interesting study though. Maybe we can become pioneers in the field of werewolf physiology and psychology." It didn't actually sound like the worst idea he'd ever had, although he didn't think academics were paid that much.

"Well I just like to be sure, you know me. I thought it might," he nodded, he thought it sounded pretty perfect so he was glad she felt the same.

[givenodamns]

Okay, that got a smirk out of Isabel and if she were in the business of being a little more vulnerable around Stiles (she'll get there) she'd probably even flush because she liked getting compliments (from people she gasp cares about) even if she was rubbish at receiving them. Instead of actually flushing or showing that the compliment pleased her, she rolled her eyes. Maybe he caught sight of that smirk, the one that was still teasing at the corners of her lips. "That's like saying I'm good at breathing." It was fortunate that she couldn't read his because she would have turned it around to say something like that's like saying you're good at being a dork. She secretly kind of liked that Stiles was a dork. It took confidence to pull off and Stiles was entirely himself no matter what. She envied that because Isabel ran around keeping up her bitchy facade because it insured she wouldn't get her heart broken.

"At least we'd get government funding for something we're doing for free now." Sort of. Isabel was pretty sure academics didn't make that much either and she was used to having money. Though, her family was also screwed up enough that she was aware money didn't insure happiness of any sort. "The idea of being immortalized for not being an idiot is appealing." Fame wasn't so much something Isabel wanted or needed, but she'd seen enough people die to know that immortality (not the literal kind) was something few people attained and the idea of being remembered after her death appealed to her.

She reached her arm across the seats between them and ruffled a hand through his hair before letting it rest at the back of his neck for the time being. She might not have said thank you or told him how much she appreciated it, but she could still show appreciation. Actions were easier for Isabel than words.

[keepsmeawake]

"Well, you are, I mean, I'd say you're the best breather I know," Stiles complimented, tone faux-serious like he was giving her the highest praise he could muster. While he was mostly joking, it didn't actually take all that effort, he had to admit (to himself) he was really quite smitten with Isabel, he probably would compliment her breathing, and just about everything else about her. Even though he couldn't make heads or tails of her at times, he still couldn't quite believe someone as amazing as her agreed to spend time with him.

"It's definitely a plan for the future worth keeping on the table," he nodded. It was also a relatively safe plan, it was nice to think they might get to spend their future safe behind a desk writing academic studies rather than running headfirst into danger. Though, knowing them and their friends, they'd probably still find a way to cause trouble.

He leaned slightly into the touch, unable to stop himself, enjoying the feel of her hand just resting there. It was gentle and domestic and he couldn't help but wish they had this all the time.

[givenodamns]

His compliment got a smirk out of Isabel and she turned her head toward him, lowering her sunglasses to watch him. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him that he was too sweet, that she was (unintentionally) going to break his heart, to tell him so many things that she knew she ought to. However, despite knowing all of that, she liked Stiles. Maybe it was selfish and horrible, but he made her feel safe and special. Stiles wouldn't break her heart and she didn't think that he'd reject her. Of course, she'd been too afraid to try anything serious for fear that she was wrong about that. Isabel iwa far more fragile than she'd like anyone to know.

She didn't expect a safe, happy future. She was reasonably sure that girls like her didn't get those sorts of futures no matter how much they wanted them.

Her hand stayed there because she liked the way he leaned into that touch. Right now, in this vulnerable state, she wished they had this all the time too. She wished she could allow herself that vulnerability, wished she knew that she'd survive this. She wanted that safety, that gentleness, that domesticity. She just didn't think that she could have that, not without it destroying her.