Isaac flinched away from the touch, pushing off something he knew he didn't deserve.
"No," he said quickly, his voice catching at the end of it. If he was washed clean of Stiles' scent, he would also be washed clean of Derek's, and he needed to hold onto it for as long as he could.
"Please just, can I lay in your bed? I don't... I don't have anywhere to go."