LOG: Something He Might Regret

[protective_logic]

What: Delta calls the number, Gets some coffee
Where: Green Fairy Cafe
When: Wednesday, April 1st
Warnings: None

He's been playing with the piece of paper for three days now. Ever since it went into his pocket, Delta has been fiddling with the number. He tells himself it's because of the offer of good coffee. Tells himself it's because the week has been a strained one at home. Tells himself a lot of things. But come Wednesday when he finds he's got a few hours that could charitably be called free before he has to go grocery shopping, Delta gets the comm number out and calls. Waits through the prompt and then leaves his message.

"Hey. It's Delta. We met on Sunday at Smithson's Helmet Shop? Anyway, you gave me your number and offered to buy me real coffee if I had some free time. And I could sure go for a cup right about now. So... Call me if you can find the time in the next few hours and I'll meet you there?"

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[protective_logic]

Still it doesn't compute. "Why?"

Why is he doing it, why is he bothering York with these stupid questions? Does he not want a friend?

"I'm... I'm sorry. I haven't spent a lot of time with other people since I was a lot younger."

[depthlesslock]

'Well, you've got a chance now. Do you want to take it?' Damn, he really needs to get this guy out more. Poor man. Interesting man.

[protective_logic]

"I..."

Delta sits back down. "Okay. I'm just... Not very good at this."

[depthlesslock]

York smiles. 'That's okay. Everyone's gotta start somewhere.' The temptation to say he'll "take it slow" is strong, but Delta just sat down and he doesn't want to scare him straight off again.

[protective_logic]

"Some would suggest that, at my age, I would have done so already. Made new friends that is."

[depthlesslock]

He shrugs. 'Most people have, but not everyone. Some don't want to, some haven't had the chance.'

[protective_logic]

He's definitely the latter, and looks away in shame. "Maybe some just don't think it's that important when they're busy."

[depthlesslock]

'Your family's important to you.' It's obvious in the way he talks about them, the way it seems he's given up a lot for them. 'There's nothing wrong with that.'

[protective_logic]

"You have no idea," Delta chuckles. He's given up everything, for his family, including friends and moments like this.

[depthlesslock]

'I admire your dedication,' he says, honestly. Sure, he doesn't know the whole story, but just from what he's heard so far, it's impressive what Delta has done.

[protective_logic]

"All I have is my dedication," Delta mumbles.

[depthlesslock]

'I'm sure you've got more than that, but even if you don't, that's a good thing to have.' He finishes his cookie. 'Your coffee's gonna get cold.'

[protective_logic]

"Oh!" Delta says, very upset about that. So he takes the coffee and just focuses on drinking. God it's so good.

[depthlesslock]

If Delta will let him, York will take him back here again. The look of enjoyment on his face made it all worth it.

[protective_logic]

When the coffee is done Delta happily finishes his cookie. And, of course, licks every hint of chocolate off of his fingers too, grinning to himself.

[depthlesslock]

If anyone ever tells Delta to stop licking chocolate from their fingers, York is going to punch them.

'Good?'

[protective_logic]

"Really good," Delta smiles to himself, a bit embarrassed by his behavior. "Are... they going to want me gone now that I don't have anything?"

[depthlesslock]

'Hmm? Nah, they're fine with patrons hanging around to chat as long as it's not too busy.' York doesn't just come here for coffee.

[protective_logic]

"So when you invited me here, it wasn't just to have coffee," Delta notes at last. "It was to chat, as it were."

[depthlesslock]

'Yep.' He pops the "p", leaning back in his seat and smiling across the table.

[protective_logic]

"I'm dense, aren't I?" Delta laughs lightly.

[depthlesslock]

'Not really,' he replies. 'Just a bit out of your comfort zone.'

[protective_logic]

"More than a bit," Delta grumbles. And then blushes. "I'm sorry. I didn't know what this was, coming here. I'm not good at socializing."

[depthlesslock]

'If your lack of social skills is as bad as you say, then I think you're doing pretty well,' he admits. He really is cute when he blushes.

[protective_logic]

Delta can't help but look up, smirking. "I'm a quick study."