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.'

Comments

[depthlesslock]

Fuck. Great job, York, you freaked him out again. That makes what? Three or four times today? Good going.

'Delta...' What is he even supposed to say. '...I can take them out?'

[protective_logic]

"They're supposed to be here," Delta points out.

He, of course, is not. But going is not something that will be allowed, so he isn't even going to mention it.

[depthlesslock]

'Yeah, but I'm not going to be using this place as a safehouse while you're here,' he points out. 'I can just take them with me when I go.'

[protective_logic]

I'm already putting you out of your place, Delta thinks. But he doesn't say it. There are too many battles to fight. This won't be one of them.

"Is this place actually safe? No one is going to try and break in and rob it?"

[depthlesslock]

'They might try, but a burglar might try and rob any house. Difference with this one is that they won't get in.' He made the security system himself and it's as good as the one at the base. Which he also helped upgrade.

[protective_logic]

"You're sure?" Delta asks nervously. Because he's scared. Everything is wrong.

[depthlesslock]

'Of course. I want you to feel as safe as possible.' This is huge for Delta, the least he can do is try and make it easier.

[protective_logic]

"Okay then," Delta says softly. "You can take them."

[depthlesslock]

'Alright.' He'll need to grab a duffle, the last thing they need is for people to see him leaving the house with a bunch of guns in his arms.

[protective_logic]

"I'd... rather not see where you have them," Delta informs him quietly. "I don't like the idea of guns."

[depthlesslock]

'That's fine. Do you want to get yourself settled while I clear the other rooms?' he offers.

[protective_logic]

"Please," Delta smiles. "This is the bedroom then?"

[depthlesslock]

'Yep. So feel free to make yourself at home here. Unless you want me to get any weapons out of it first?'

[protective_logic]

"So long as they aren't in the dresser drawers or hanging in the closet, I should be okay..."

And then...

"They aren't... right?"

[depthlesslock]

He has to think for a second, mentally double checking where the ones in this room are. 'No, they're not. You're good.'

[protective_logic]

"Good," Delta smiles. And then, after a moment of hesitation, he leans in to kiss York's cheek before he moves to head downstairs to grab his duffel.

[depthlesslock]

York is left standing in the middle of the room, staring after him. Did he just...? The tingling on his cheek confirms that yes, Delta did just kiss him. Wow. As he quickly gathers the guns from their various hiding places, he has a wide smile on his face.

[protective_logic]

Delta takes his time coming back upstairs. He figures York will take the time to get the guns or whatever out of the room. Once he feels like there has been enough time he comes back upstairs with his bag, his blush quelled.

[depthlesslock]

He's moved the guns to the spare room, and grabbed the ones in the bathroom while he was at it. He'll put them all in a bag for when he leaves, this is just to get them out of the way for now. At the sight of Delta, he smiles again. Not that he's barely stopped smiling the whole time.

[protective_logic]

Well, that smile has him blushing again. He feels so self conscious about what he's done, but... it's what a boyfriend would do in his place, right? He's just doing what he should do.

"The bedroom clear then?"

[depthlesslock]

'All clear,' he confirms, taking a moment to appreciate the shade of red Delta has turned. 'All yours.'

[protective_logic]

"All yours," Delta corrects, but he does enter and opens a drawer to deposit his clothes into. All of his clothes into. One drawer. His clothes fit in one drawer.

[depthlesslock]

'I'm sharing,' he says, leaning against the wall while Delta unpacks. 'And until further notice it shall be treated as yours.'

Delta's staring into the drawer he's just emptied his clothes into. 'Are you alright? Did you forget to bring something important?'

[protective_logic]

"No," Delta answers. "This is everything. This is literally everything."

It's all he owns except for a few books. Oh, and the few things left in his bag that include shoes, books, and toiletries he thought the family could spare.

[depthlesslock]

Oh. It... really isn't very much.

He pushes off the wall and steps across the room to him. 'At least it's easy to move around?' He has literally no idea what to say to this.