"Time release memories...." Issac mumbled. "That is why I went to my own trailer instead of Elia's. I didn't want to hurt my best friends. Two of three best friends," he corrected.
Cleaning up the mess of blood and broken clay would be the last thing on his mind. He could not process the pain in his hand for all the other pain his mind experienced in its sleepless daze would be the first to arrive once it settled.
Issac chewed on the greasy piece of pizza, his eyes wide when Alex asked to clean his hand. Green pools gazed down at the torn skin and dripping blood before looking back up at his friend. "It's tomato sauce?" He asked as he held out his hand.