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[There isn't a text back right away. He's working hard not to as he thinks over that, not wanting to send back things he shouldn't say. Because he's still blending older Scott in his head with how he'd left things in Beacon Hills. Except he hadn't left, and now he's here. With Scott. ]

Huh. Well good then. Also apparently easily distracted because my looks are not the point. Sorry.

If you hear of anything I can do to help, I'm here for you.

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Be there for them, too. I know you're here for me.

I'm not distracted, Isaac. This is multitasking. Also, you're the one who zeroed in on the cute comment. Is there something you need to tell me, Isaac? Do you lo-oooove me?

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I will. People were there for me and plan to do the same for others until things get sorted out.

[And likely after that as well.]

You wish. I can't help it that I like being appreciated for more than mind.

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Then, I'll keep that in mind, and appreciate you for more than it. Like your sense of humor. And your good taste in food.

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Keep it up compliments and my ego will never recover.

I'm glad we're back in touch. I was really worrying that you were gone.

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I'm not gone. I'm not going anywhere. Except, back to you, the city, and the other Displaced. Somehow.

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Somehow. I'm holding you to that.