(isaac's message starts off in audio. shittily, at that. he clears his throat as if unsure of how to begin, then continues to stall for a few extra seconds, a fact made obvious by the sound of him fidgeting in his seat. voluntarily putting himself center-stage feels like everything bad and wrong with the world, but that's just a nagging survival instinct.) Now that I understand what's going on a little better- (hahahahaha that's being generous.) I guess I need to come clean about something.

(there's a moment's heistation before he switches to video. he's looking a little rough- drained and worn down, but it doesn't stop him from raising his hand briefly in a friendly greeting.) I've introduced myself to a couple of you already, and I kind of, uh. Told a little white lie. My name's Isaac, not whatever I told you before.

So, you know, sorry. It's nothing personal, I just thought- (nah... nevermind. he shakes his head. that's another story for another day.) Wanted to be safe, that's all.

(awkward pause. this seemed like a much better idea before he started actually doing it.)

Nice to officially meet you this time?