It wasn't just simply seeing Roman again that did Isaac in, it was everything about him. It was the Goddamned Smirk that had Ruined His Life and the motherfucking accent that would get stuck in his head like his favorite song that he never could get quite right on his own. Everything hit him square in the chest and his stomach flipped in a way that wasn't entirely unpleasant, but just to himself he was going to pretend it was. It was the drugs, surely, making him feel weird. Nausea was even a common side effect of Adderall...not one he'd ever had, but still. Just to himself, it was plausible.
His heart was still beating too fast and all Isaac really wanted to do was just close his eyes and listen to Roman talk forever. Not like that would ever happen, though. Even when they hung out one-on-one, Isaac was the talker. Often too high and too giggly to really worry about being nervous or anything. Which was quite nice. Better than this shit.
Thankfully, Killens' response was funny enough that Isaac's snort over the subject matter wasn't forced at all. His gaze lifted around the room for a minute and he kind of had to agree. Surviving the night might be a little difficult, which made Isaac regret his decision to stay behind suddenly. He remembered his last Thanksgiving vividly, and like most holidays...Isaac wasn't particularly fond on participating in celebrating. But here he was.
Then Roman noticed his brownies, and a new wave of confidence hit him as he grinned happily. Killens liked sweets, that was nothing new, but Isaac always loved doing anything that put a smile on the guys face. Those were pretty rare, and just as addicting as his fucking smirks; and Isaac was so eagerly hanging onto every word that he very nearly almost jumped out of his skin when a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.
His eyes narrowed slightly at the interruption, more than a little annoyed, as he finally tore his gaze from Roman and looked up to see Chanel. Her grin broke any shred of resentment in him in two seconds flat. He glanced quickly back at Roman out of habit more than anything, who gave him that look torn between apologetic and amused which Isaac had long ago coined the "I'm tripping you if there's zombies, bro" look. Isaac stuck his tongue out in response, watching his friend go with a sinking heart he refused to acknowledge.
Thankfully, Chanel provided a decent distraction from that feeling. Isaac lit up at her excitement over his brownies, and before he could even think to stop himself he was gushing like a schoolgirl talking about her favorite boyband. Isaac loved to cook, and he rarely actually got a chance to ramble on about whatever he'd made. He did his best to keep it short, so he didn't annoy the fuck out of her, but he was just excited. She always seemed pretty genuine, and Isaac liked that about her.
He backed off and let her move his brownies when she asked, because honestly he didn't care where they went, and then the mild awkwardness set in. Not knowing quite what to do with himself, he shoved his hands in his pockets and idly leaned back against the nearest wall he could find. Trying to stay out of the way seemed like a good idea. Especially when he recognized Makayla's "I'm annoyed with you Holly" voice. He winced slightly and tugged his phone out of his pocket, trying to look busy. Even though Isaac literally had nothing but Texting on there...and a demo version of Tetris. He chose that over having to stand there without anything else to do.