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]

Sounds like Delta's had some less than pleasant conversations with Maine already. He might have to ask about that, he won't have his teammates upsetting his boyfriend. 'I'll get on that once I go back to base,' he says. 'Do you want me to let on that I know where you are or act as if you've just been talking to me about the difficulties at the moment?'

[protective_logic]

"Will be believe you if you say you don't know where I am? Would he tell Omega if you swore a partner to secrecy?" Delta counters. In essence the answer is 'how much do you trust him'?

[depthlesslock]

'With my life,' he says honestly. 'God knows, he's saved it a couple of times.' He has to think though. 'He knows Omega better than you, and family bonds mean a lot to him, so he might tell him I know where you are if Omega asks. Might be better for me to lie.'

[protective_logic]

"I trust you in whatever you think is best then," Delta answers simply. If he can't trust York, who can he trust?

[depthlesslock]

'And I'll try and base that on what would be best for you,' he says. After all, that's what he wants for Delta. It's what the man deserves.

[protective_logic]

"I thank you for that," Delta admits shyly. "I don't... there are going to be complications, knowing Omega. I thank you for caring about those."

[depthlesslock]

'Of course,' he says, smiling gently and hopefully reassuringly. 'These things are never easy, but I'll do my best to help sort it out.'

[protective_logic]

"Is your best really good?" Delta asks, because he honestly wants to know.

[depthlesslock]

'It's pretty damn good,' he says, a little proudly. 'I look out for my friends, D.'

[protective_logic]

"And your boyfriends?" Delta asks curiously.

[depthlesslock]

'I only have one,' he says. 'I look out for him too.'

[protective_logic]

"You had boyfriends in teh past I'm assuming," Delta chuckles, shaking his head.

[depthlesslock]

'And girlfriends,' he admits. 'I look out for the people I care about, basically.'

[protective_logic]

"Oh, did I offend you with the assumption?"

Some people would be upset with that.

[depthlesslock]

'Not in the slightest,' he assures him, smiling. 'You've got enough on your mind as it is, my sexuality is hardly a priority.'

[protective_logic]

"Thanks," Delta smiles. He doesn't want to be caught up with that.

[depthlesslock]

'No problem,' he says, relieved that was resolved quickly and without awkwardness.

[protective_logic]

"The other thing I wanted to know, I guess.... do you need help managing finances?"

[depthlesslock]

'Not really,' he admits. 'I try to keep on top of it, sorry.'

[protective_logic]

"I was going to help out to pay you back for this," Delta admits.

[depthlesslock]

He shakes his head. 'Nuh uh, this is a favor. You don't owe me anything for this.'

[protective_logic]

"I want to pay you back," Delta sighs, but clearly this isn't an argument York intends to let him win.

[depthlesslock]

'Not happening, D,' he says. 'I don't charge my friends when they need help.'

[protective_logic]

"It's not charging. It's me helping out," Delta counters pointedly.

[depthlesslock]

'You don't owe me anything,' he insists. 'Besides, you said you hate accounting.'