Isaac's kind of not sure anymore. It's a bit like pain -- enough time passed and you forget how bad it was. Isaac's been at the Nexus for steady months at this point and he's starting to forget why he's hiding out, but it's really difficult to forget how his body keeps getting messed with. "I guess," Isaac says, still slightly unsure. "I mean, I think so. I'm tired of being on my guard here. I might as well be at home where I don't have to worry about the front door turning me into a girl."

He pries at the jacket. "I need to change," he admits, gesturing for his room. "I feel like even with your jacket, I'm flashing people."