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, he's gone and fucked it up again. 'I... Sorry. I didn't mean it for you.'

[protective_logic]

"No, it's... it's okay. Maybe you're right."

[depthlesslock]

'D... You'll still see them right? Not Omega, but the others?'

[protective_logic]

"I hope so," Delta admits. "I really... I wouldn't know what to do otherwise."

[depthlesslock]

'You're very close to them,' he says, smiling slightly.

[protective_logic]

"I love them, limitlessly," Delta sighs. "I've only ever known a life with them."

[depthlesslock]

'Tell me about them?' he offers.

[protective_logic]

"My family?" Delta looks up in shock. He wants to hear about that? Wow. Uh... "Where do I even start?"

[depthlesslock]

'Youngest or oldest?' he suggests. 'Or... Second oldest. No wait, third. You're the second oldest, right?'

[protective_logic]

Delta's brow scrunches at that question. "I'm... I'm third oldest."

Alpha. Lost and gone.

[depthlesslock]

'Third? And Omega... he's older than you, and who else?'

[protective_logic]

Delta reaches up, fumbles nervously for the ponytail that isn't there. When he can't find it he just starts pulling at his fingers instead. Focuses on that.

"Alpha... He isn't here anymore."

[depthlesslock]

Left? Dead? Something else? If it was anyone else, York would ask, but Delta's had a really shit day and he doesn't want to make it worse. 'I'm sorry.'

[protective_logic]

"We've... learned to exist without him," Delta says vaguely. "Omega took over."

[depthlesslock]

York nods, wishing for the hundredth time today that he could hug Delta. He'll make sure the man has a blanket when they get to his house. 'And you helped.'

[protective_logic]

"I tried. I don't know how much help I was anymore. Things... changed I guess. My role. But you wanted to hear about my family. Omega... he wanted to be a doctor."

[depthlesslock]

'I'm sure you did help a lot,' he assures him. 'A doctor, huh?' He wouldn't have guessed that, but then again he doesn't know the guy.

[protective_logic]

"He wanted so much," Delta sighs. "He'll never have the chance. Instead he gets to blow people up. It's just not right. It's not fair."

[depthlesslock]

'There might still be a way...' Okay, so he can't think of one, but perhaps someone else can? He'll mention it to the team. Florida might have an idea.

[protective_logic]

Delta shakes his head. "We have a family. What that means is sacrifice. Omega and I give up a lot so the others can... well, they can maybe be anything."

[depthlesslock]

York finishes his lemonade while Delta's talking and sets the empty glass down on the table. 'That's unbelieveably selfess,' he says, a little in awe.

[protective_logic]

"It's what we can give them," Delta sighs. "We can't give them an easy life. We can't give them a house where things don't break down, or light up shoes or any number of things. But if we can give them something, it's a future. We fight so hard for that. Sigma... he could be an amazing chemist. He's trying. Epsilon..."

Delta laughs and smiles and shakes his head. "I don't know. Epsilon's a mystery. I love my brother but wow can he be flighty."

[depthlesslock]

'Sigma talked about his chemistry a bit when we met up,' he remembers. 'He seems really into it, and it sounds like he owes the chance to you and Omega. You're a good man, D. A genuinely good man.'

He doesn't know Epsilon. Though at this point he could probably guess the names of Delta's siblings if he had the Greek alphabet in front of him. 'A bit all over the place is he?'

[protective_logic]

"Courier," Delta explains. "He's everywhere, all the time. He loves that. Being everywhere and doing everything and just... searching."

[depthlesslock]

'That's cool,' he says, nodding. 'Searching? For... anything in particular?'