Oh, good, he could stand on his own. Isaac was relieved- he wouldn't have to pull him around anywhere else. This was awkward enough, he felt like he'd overstayed.

Even though this was his locker...

Isaac pushed away from the lockers, righting himself as well, and acknowledged Nate's gratitude in the kindest way he could. "I know," he said with a sigh, voice sounding suddenly tired. The way he looked at Nate practically radiated a sense of don't make me regret it.

"Well, since you've got this under control, I'll leave you to it." Isaac had places to be, things to take care of. Like this crusty shit on his skin. That wasn't going to work. And he couldn't think of a tidy way to wrap things up with Nate, so he just... awkardly moved away and headed for the showers.