Her eyes shifted over Isaac's face when she caught the bitterness in his tone. Isaac hadn't had things easy. Lydia didn't know the full extent and she didn't want to unless he felt so inclined to tell her...but she knew he hadn't had things easy. She spent a lot of time sneaking in and out of Jackson's house once upon a time. She heard the yelling. She saw little things she tried to tell herself were none of her business, at the time that, in retrospect, she should've reported. To start with that and wind up where he was now, Lydia felt sad for him. She didn't pity him, but she felt sad that he'd come to this place thinking that it would be a way to finally escape everything and start over fresh — just like she had — and instead he'd just been thrust right back into the shit storm.
"No you wouldn't," she replied dismissively. "You're too nice a guy to tell a pregnant girl she looks like shit," she pointed out to clarify. It came coupled with a little smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
Lydia stopped abruptly when Isaac cut her off and she sighed softly, half with resignation and half with relief when she felt him sapping some of that dull ache out of her. Her eyes slipped shut and she shouldn't have, but she let him take it. Something told her that he wouldn't be doing it if he didn't feel like he needed to, for whatever reason. A part of her thought that he felt obligated to her because she had been Allison's best friend and because he loved Allison so much. Lydia's drawn expression tugged slightly when he spoke up, an effort to remain neutral when it felt like a stab to the heart.
"It's okay, Isaac," she whispered, opening her eyes, searching his. He looked tired. "I know that you think she didn't love you and probably nothing I can say will change your mind, and that's your right...but she did," she said softly. It hadn't been exactly the same and she made no attempt to get Isaac to believe that when Lydia didn't know it to be true; she knew that her friend loved Isaac, but she didn't know that she'd loved him as much as Scott. She supposed that Allison couldn't have, really. Being in love for the first time had a way of settling itself deep in one's heart. Lydia hated Jackson for leaving her behind, but she still loved him and she always would. "Allison cared about you a lot, Isaac. She really did."