Isaac heard what Stiles said, but he'd known that, known Deucalion wanted Scott...but Scott wasn't supposed to go with him. He didn't answer Stiles, caught in his own little corner of hell and working on breathing, and really not realizing the question was aimed at him. Clearly, no, he was not okay. He'd pull it together in a minute.

"Fuck," was about all Peter had to say about that before his legs started to give out and he decided it was a good idea to join Isaac on the floor.

Hayley...still was mostly focused on Derek, and she breathed out a sigh of relief to see him waking, even if he was confused. "It's okay. You're home. Where you left me." She hadn't gone off anywhere. Well, except to fetch Lydia, but that didn't count.