Isaac will just be here when you come back, you know? Because if you're going to slip into a drug-induced haze, there's not much for him to do except watch you creepily. He'll stick around, maybe pop out for an hour or two to return with a modest bouquet of flowers and a stupid semi-sentimental card and a notepad (for use when Jack can actually write.)

He sits back in his chair easily, glancing at the flowers and wondering if maybe it's too much...