thesetwodorks | LOG: In Need of Assistance

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.'

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From:

depthlesslock

'And you've only just struck out on your own,' he returns. 'With limited money at that. Managing completely on your own would be a damn hard struggle.'

From:

protective_logic

"I've always known how to take care, to make things stretch," Delta answers. He was going to buy a bag of rice for one thing.

From:

depthlesslock

'I'm sure you have. But you need greens so you don't get scurvy or whatever, and at the moment, there aren't any in this house.' He's going to get stuff anyway.

From:

protective_logic

"It's called fruit," Delta shrugs. He can handle that.

York isn't going to let him win, and that's... almost comforting.

From:

depthlesslock

'And vegetables,' he reminds him. 'I think all I've got is a few carrots and you probably don't want those by now.' He hasn't been here in over a month.

From:

protective_logic

"Oh dear me," Delta sighs. "Tell me they aren't moldy."

From:

depthlesslock

'I haven't checked,' he admits. 'But probably. I haven't been back here in a while.'

From:

protective_logic

"You're cleaning the kitchen," Delta informs him simply as he moves to look at the cabinets.

From:

depthlesslock

'Wait, what? D, come on, it's not that bad,' he whines. 'Just a few moldy carrots.'

From:

protective_logic

"You're doing it," Delta repeats. "You make the mess you, clean it. My five year old siblings understand that."

From:

depthlesslock

'S'my house,' he grumbles, but he knows he's going to clean up anyway. Delta has what he suspects would be a very effective Mom voice when used at full force.

From:

protective_logic

Not that York should ever, every say that to him. But Delta is a mother. To his family.

"Thanks," Delta answers, knowing York will listen.

From:

depthlesslock

'Yeah yeah,' he says, waving one hand, but he's smiling. This is a side to Delta he hasn't seen before, the homely side. It's interesting and... not exactly amusing, but it makes him feel happy to see it.

From:

protective_logic

Having deemed the set-up passable for cooking, Delta returns to York's side. "Thank you for this space."

From:

depthlesslock

'You're welcome,' he says, opening the fridge and pulling the old carrots out and dumping them in the compost.

From:

protective_logic

"Was that so hard?" Delta asks, but he stays away from the bin. He'll take that out later.

From:

depthlesslock

He chuckles and shakes his head. 'You're a one, Delta,' he says good naturedly.

From:

protective_logic

"One what?" Delta smiles, actively offering his hand to York this time.

From:

depthlesslock

'One of a kind,' he says, smiling back as he takes the hand offered.

From:

protective_logic

Delta blushes a little at the implied compliment. "I'm really not all that special."

From:

depthlesslock

'I think you're pretty special.' The guy's been raising... what? Six siblings? with only his older brother. And he's given up nearly everything for them. That's pretty incredible.