He wasn't the only one that was having a hard time believing what was actually happening. In all the years that Allison had been away from Beacon Hills, no matter where she happened to be or who she talked to, she could never quite build up the courage to ask what had happened to Isaac. She had heard through the grapevine that he went into law enforcement, but it wasn't something that she felt she had the right to know. She didn't deserve to be privy to his accomplishments. Not when she tried to push him and so many others behind her. Being friends with Lydia made that near impossible as the woman knew what was going on with everyone. Allison just tried to float by on her own and get somewhere with her life that didn't lead to a world of werewolves and banshees and hunters. She'd had enough of that by the time she graduated high school for a lifetime.
Allison could feel her face overheat instantly at his words, and immediately cast her eyes down to hide the rush of unparalleled happiness that rushed through her. It was a habit of hers for a long time now, to hide the onslaught of emotions that she wasn't ready to share. Behind the happiness, she could feel the pricks of sadness, waiting to come overwhelm her as soon as an unfortunate topic was broached. "You're still a flirt," she remarked instead, quirking an eyebrow at him. "It took a lot longer than it should have."
But that wasn't completely his fault either. Allison, after all, was the one who had run without a glance backwards.