Stuart and Isaac
"You know, it's really creepy how much you look like Stiles."
Isaac came up behind Stuart, his steps silent as only werewolves could do.
"You smell like him, too. Well, somewhat like him. I mean, you're definitely not him, but the smell's similar."
That might be creepy to someone who didn't hang around werewolves often, but Isaac didn't care. Shifting the plate of food from one hand to another, he offered him his hand.