"I fucking hate Peter so much," Stiles breathes, leaning his head back. This is awful - this is catastrophic on huge, huge levels, levels he cannot believe. Being framed for murder by Peter Hale is a thing he can feel free to add to his list of "done things", along with being possessed by a demon, nearly dying, and dating a werewolf. Just a day in the life of Stiles Stilinski!
"Your dad’ll get us out, right?" Stiles sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah. Yeah, of course he will. I mean, I’m his son. He knows I’m not a murderer." The uncertainty of that statement makes Isaac turn towards him, eyebrow raised questioningly. "I may have accidentally killed a goldfish and a hamster but those were isolated incidents due to me not taking my medication and forgetting to feed them and I am not a murderer, I swear to god, and to whatever almighty Alpha werewolf might exist out there, I’m not.”
Isaac leans into Stiles’ space then, pressing his hands to his boyfriend’s cheeks, trying to get him to calm down. “Hey, woah, Stiles. It’s okay. We’re gonna get out of this, yeah? And Mr. Goldfish and Mr. Hamster, that’s all forgotten, okay?” Stiles seems to calm down a little, but still huffs in protest. “It’s Mrs. Hamster.” Isaac only chuckles, kissing Stiles briefly. “Love you.” “Love you too.”