"You're not Lydia," is what he has to say about the sniffing. He lets go of her about a second too late -- when she's already pulled away from him and now he feels bad; on the heels of what happened with Allison in the janitor's closet, Isaac's running somewhat touchy when it comes to hurting people. "I'm Isaac," he says, running his hand down his wet shirt to try and make it into a smooth movement, like he didn't just have that hand gripping her wrist.

Shit, did he hurt her? He tries to get a better look at her wrist to see whether he grabbed too hard without realizing and he hopes, hopes so hard, that she's okay. "I'm uh, I'm lost."