"Not unless I become a seahorse," Isaiah deadpanned.
"Well I think you're entitled," Jesse said, smiling softly at her. "You are growing a human, after all. And if those books are anything to go by, it shouldn't be too much longer, hopefully."
Isaiah was about to say something else, but a flicker out of the corner of his eye caught his attention instead. But when he turned his head, it was gone. He was about to shrug and turn back, when the radio flipped on. By itself. And that was definitely odd. He got up to turn it off, and the moment he did, the TV clicked on.
"Isaiah?" Jesse called. "Pick one or the other, man, come on."
"Jesse, it's...I'm not doing this," Isaiah protested, puzzled and a bit freaked. He reached out to turn the TV off, and when he straightened, he saw his father reflected in the glass. He let out a startled yell and fell over, scrambling crab-like backwards to get away from him.
"Isaiah?" Jesse called again, concern pulling him from his chair. He froze briefly in the doorway to the living room, then bent down and yanked Isaiah, hard, up off the floor and behind him into the kitchen. "I am not fucking dealing with this again," he growled.