Isaac had been on the cusp of heading inside, when he got Bernie's text letting him know something was going on with that stupid SHS website. 

His eyes scanned across the page without total comprehension but something did become clear. Arson, possibly arson that resulted in someone being hurt. Deus did live with his aunt so...

Isaac's heart sank at the possibilities. He knew what Deus would probably do, because Isaac would likely do the same in that situation: Run. Fear and shame are powerful motivators, and Isaac knew that all too well. But if Deus did something foolish, everything could go terribly wrong. Permanently wrong. 

[color=olivedrab][Don't let Deus leave!][/color] He had texted. Realizing only after he hit send that it was likely too dire and cryptic a warning, but the sound of a slamming door from behind the house clued him in that Deus had probably flown the coop well before his advice could be followed. 

So instead, he scrolled through his phone looking for the number. He'd only ever used it once before, and that was to verify the number was right. But he was going to use it now. 
[color=olivedrab]
[Deus, you might not be looking at your phone right now. But I've got to try anyways.]
[I'm sorry my text in the group chat came across as so dire and like a trap. I don't want to capture or detain you.]
[You don't need to be punished, Deus. I don't believe that will help you, or your little sister.] [/color]
Isaac wasn't 100% certain he had that relationship right, but it was effectively the same so it didn't matter at this point. 
[color=olivedrab][You're in a really shitty, sticky situation. You need to be very careful about what you do.][/color]
[Color=olivedrab] [l know you don't know me super well. But I promise you, I've got no intentions to do you any harm.][/color]
[Color=olivedrab][l don't think I could, anyways. You'd kick my ass, if we're being real.] [/color]
[Color=olivedrab][Okay. Weird thing to say. Sorry. If you want help... real help. Tell me where to go to find you and I'll meet you there on your terms. If you want me to do nothing more than bring someone else to you, I'll do it. Just tell me what to do.][/color]

Isaac couldn't do anything but wait, at this point. Chasing him down in the truck would be... a monstrously bad idea. 

He sent another text, this time to Bernie. He... wasn't sure why. 
[color=olivedrab]
[This is crazy. I can't just let him run away and potentially get himself in trouble or fuck up his life somehow but I also can't just chase him down. What do I do, Berns?][/color]