He laughed, a deep rolling chuckle, and headbutted Isaac. “So you want me to stay this way?” he asked, and gestured down the length of his body. After a moment, the laughter faded from his face, and he reached up to brush Isaac’s cheek. “Hey,” he said quietly. “I’m still me, you know. Still the person you love. I just look different.”
He pulled away and rubbed at the back of his neck, opening and closing his mouth a few times before he finally found his words. “N-no! I…I love my Summer…” He refuted with a little too much movement, then he stilled and shook his head, gesturing near crudely, “No! You have a…instead of a…you know…”
He stepped back, frowning, hurt. “The way I look matters that much to you? You — you’re a /werewolf/! You shift, you change, that — ” He broke off, shaking his head. “Just let me borrow a shirt and a pair of pants, please, and I’ll — get out of your hair,” he said dully after a moment.