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

[protective_logic]

Delta taps at his empty glass, trying to think of something else.

"Gamma's a computer genius. We got him into a special high school for it."

[depthlesslock]

'That's awesome, I hope he does well,' he says with a smile. 'How old is he?'

[protective_logic]

"Still young," Delta laughs. "And a hellion to boot. I think he might be trying to take over the internet."

He smiles at the thought, shaking his head. His expression is never bright as when he's talking about his brothers.

[depthlesslock]

York chuckles, half at the words and half at Delta's expression. 'I'll keep a look out for him and be sure to not join any rebels against him when he becomes our internet overlord,' he teases.

[protective_logic]

"You better not," Delta tells him very seriously. "I can't date someone rebelling against him."

[depthlesslock]

York opens his mouth, then shuts it as what Delta just said hits him. 'Wait, you mean...?'

[protective_logic]

"Mean what?" Delta asks, frowning.

[depthlesslock]

'We're still...' He breaks off and tries again. 'Are we still together?'

[protective_logic]

"Is... it wrong that I don't know?" Delta asks softly. Because he hasn't decided. He doesn't know. He just doesn't.

[depthlesslock]

'No,' he assures him. 'I understand. Just... Let me know when you figure it out, okay?' He needs to know where they stand.

[protective_logic]

"The... limited time we've spent together here has been like nothing I've ever been through before. You make me laugh and smile and in a lot of ways, I don't have to share you, which is... important."

How is he supposed to explain the mess of this?

[depthlesslock]

That makes him smile because he loves making other people happy, and it's extra important for Delta who doesn't seem to have enough happiness himself, for all he ensures his siblings get it. 'I'm glad I can do that for you. You make me happy too.'

But he's a mercenary. He knows there's a but. Delta wouldn't be unsure of their relationship like this if he hadn't revealed his true occupation.

[protective_logic]

"Would... you still want to watch those movies with me?" he asks nervously. Because he wants to share those movies. Desperately. Things he loves.

[depthlesslock]

'Of course!' he exclaims. 'D, I'm all for this relationship if you are. And if you're not, hopefully we could at least be friends.'

[protective_logic]

Delta actually flinches a little at York's raised voice. Not that he knows quite why. A lot around York he doesn't understand to be honest. If only he did. What even is this? How does this man make him feel? He knows it's squirmy inside, but what does that even mean?

"Maybe... I need time to think. Maybe I just want to see this place of yours and maybe watch a movie?"

[depthlesslock]

Yorks curses himself when Delta flinches and brings his voice down, determined not to scare Delta again.

'Sure,' he agrees. 'Are you ready to go now or do you want a few minutes?'

[protective_logic]

"Now," Delta admits, sliding out of his seat.

[depthlesslock]

'You got it.' He stands up, collecting his helmet and jacket and putting them both on.

[protective_logic]

Delta puts his coat and scarf back on, and then gets his helmet in place before picking up his bag. "Lead on?"

[depthlesslock]

He nods and leads them out of the bar and into the airlock. 'Want me to take that?' he offers, indicating the bag.

[protective_logic]

For a moment he hesitates. Then he smiles and passes it over. "Yeah. Yeah, you can. And I hate to ask it, but what would you think to maybe some treats for the movie. I mean... if we're going to be discussing it then it's a lot longer than it would normally be..."

[depthlesslock]

He takes the bag and shoulders it just as the airlock lets them back outside. It's gone a bit cloudy since they went in. 'I'd say that sounds like a great idea,' he says as he starts leading the way down the street. 'Popcorn? Candy?'

[protective_logic]

"Chocolate," Delta hazards very quietly. He could use the treat.

[depthlesslock]

'Chocolate it is. Preference on the type?' They pass a store on the way, he can grab a bar or few.

[protective_logic]

"Any," Delta admits with a chuckle. It doesn't matter what kind. He just wants the tasty treat.