Isaiah chuckles. It's funny. Jacob is funny. Funny and cute and doesn't think he's too weird to bother eith, and that's-

Ok. He doesn't need to talk himself out of this. He just needs to take a deep breath and not freak out.

Corners are always a good bet. He nods toward the nearest and heads toward it, still keeping hold of Jacob's hand.

"I'll be honest, I usually need a few minutes to get my bearings at these things," he says a little sheepishly. And then he usually leaves. Though less so this year. He's been trying.