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.'

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[protective_logic]

"Hello," Delta greets the other man. His boyfriend. God that term is hard to wrap his head around, but he accepts it. "I..."

God how was he even supposed to approach this conversation? How did you explain that you were, effectively, running away from home?

It took more effort than he cared to admit to keep his eyes from going to the duffel bag sitting at his feet. "I have a problem."

[protective_logic]

It takes them a while to get there, and with a bag of treats, and that doesn't mean he's ready. Delta stands a bit behind York, and reaches for his hand. This makes it real. This is happening.

"Is this it?" he asks quietly.

[protective_logic]

He wakes up nearly an hour later, the sleep being blinked from his eyes. And then, blushing, he jerks awake when he realizes where he is and that he was sleeping. Dammit. He fell asleep on York's couch, with York right there. Oh dear. What was he thinking?

[depthlesslock]

York is as quick as he can be, grabbing what he needs and hurrying back to the safehouse. He's got all the ingredients for stir fry, including some carrots to replace the ones recently thrown out.

He has every reason to trust the security of his safehouse and is almost certain that Delta wouldn't try to leave while he was out, yet he gets two waves of relief from seeing the lock and house untouched and then seeing Delta's old helmet on he charging pad. He smiles as he adds his own next to it after making a reminder on the HUD notes to sort the lock out so Delta will be able to get back in once he's gone out.

'Hey, Delta!' he calls. 'I'm back.'