LOG: In Need of Assistance

[depthlesslock]

What: Meeting up and seeking help
Where: Common Ground coffee shop
When: 10/4 Noon
Warnings: None

York would be lying if he said he wasn't surprised that Delta had called him so soon to arrange to meet up again. That's three times in the last two weeks the man has called for company despite his insistence that he's a busy guy. Not that York's complaining, he enjoys Delta's company more each time they see each other, but he is surprised.

He's on time. Well, Delta seems to be making the effort, the least he can do is return the favor. Once he's inside, he removes his helmet and looks around. Common Ground is a good place, he's enjoyed it's coffee and food a fair few times, and of course it has the delicious, rich scent that comes with any good coffee shop.

Spotting Delta, he weaves through the tables towards him and sits down in the chair on the other side of the table, smiling. 'Hey there.'

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[depthlesslock]

'I'm right here,' he promises. He doesn't have a job for the rest of the day, he can send a message to Wash saying he's out.

[protective_logic]

"Thank you," Delta whispers. "I just... I don't know what I am anymore."

[depthlesslock]

He sighs, trying to work this out. 'You're still you, just... I dunno. A different side of you? You're still their brother, that won't change. It's actually biologically impossible.'

[protective_logic]

"I don't know how to be anything other than their brother, their guardian, and someone who plays with financial numbers," Delta points out. He doesn't even really have a hobby.

[depthlesslock]

'Then it's about time you started messing around and finding out.' He stretches out a bit which happens to increase the contact between them a bit.

[protective_logic]

Oh, that is nice. How long since he's cuddled up to someone other than the littles? So comforting. Eyes still closed he rests against York. "How do you find things you like? Hobbies and such?"

[depthlesslock]

'Just chance, I guess. I started off with puzzles and then there was a rubick's cube in the toy box at school. It kind of went from there.' He wants to cuddle up closer with Delta, but he can be patient. For once.

[protective_logic]

"I love puzzles," Delta admits, his voice soothing out, clearly he's tired. "I love puzzles so much. My school, it had a system that showed holopuzzles. I played with them when I was free in the library."

[depthlesslock]

'Really? Cool!' He looks down at him, grinning. 'I've got some puzzles here if you want to play with them.'

[protective_logic]

"I hope they're logic based and not tongue-twisters," he chuckles, still not opening his eyes. He's so warm here, next to York.

[depthlesslock]

'Eh, there's a mix,' he admits. 'Want me to get them? Or do you not want to be disturbed yet?' York's not sure he wants to disturb him, this is the most relaxed he's seen Delta look all day.

[protective_logic]

"Don't go just yet," Delta found himself pleading. "No one has done something like this for me since I was a teen."

[depthlesslock]

'Don't the kids give you hugs?' But he stays right where he is, even tugs Delta a little closer.

[protective_logic]

"It's not the same as having someone who cares about me being there, watching over me," Delta insists. Maybe York doesn't know, but Delta has memories of this. They don't feel so far away either.

[depthlesslock]

Right, it's a different type of caring, isn't it? With the kids, Delta's not the one being cared for. He wraps his arms around him, holding him close now their helmets and the bag aren't in the way any more.

[protective_logic]

Oh. Wow. Delta doesn't actually sob over the pleasure of someone holding him for once, but it's a near thing. There's just so much built up, and try as he might to squash it back down, he just has to keep focused. But he does snuggle in against the other man, craving the comfort, the affection.

"Thank you."

[depthlesslock]

'Anytime.' Delta returning the hug encourages him to shift so he can reach him better. He feels so thin in his arms, so fragile, though he knows Delta's strong in his own way. That doesn't mean York doesn't want to protect him though.

[protective_logic]

Thin, yes. Fragile, definitely. So very tired and clearly eager for attention. Warmth. Affection. Support. Which makes here and now so important, and the struggle to keep composed.

"Not really, but thank you."

[depthlesslock]

'Okay, almost any time,' he corrects, tapping Delta lightly on the nose and returning the arm to huggin him again.

[protective_logic]

Huh? Delta is left there, partially stretched out, just blinking.

"What... did you do?"

[depthlesslock]

York grins and taps his nose again.

'Boop.'

[protective_logic]

"What?" Delta repeats, swatting lightly at his hand. "Why are you doing that?"

[depthlesslock]

'Why not?' he teases, catching Delta's hand in his own.

[protective_logic]

"I don't get why you're doing it," Delta asks, shocked at the contact. But yeah, he's happy too. "Why are you poking my nose?"

[depthlesslock]

'There's no point, it's just funny,' he says, chuckling. 'Also the face you pull every time I do it is adorable.'