"..." He'd wondered how long it would take to get around. Delta knew. He'd told D when it'd happened, locked up tight in the safest space of his own mind, his refuge after all that cold blue fire. No small part of him is grateful that Loki at least didn't shove him under the bus.

The rest of him is caught up in wondering why? Why wouldn't he? It'd been a terrible thing, what he'd done, and he's just- cutting off contact, ignoring it, ignoring everything to do with him and not saying anything. That's positively kind- but he's under no illusions at all that it's for his sake. It can't be. Not after how he'd looked at him before he'd bid him leave.

For Delta, then. For Jack. Maybe this is supposed to be a goodbye, then.

His fingers curl tight in Jack's shirt for half a second before they smooth the fabric down. HIs arms drop away and he steps back. Okay. He can- he'll deal. Jack is Loki's first. He's slowly settling into the idea that Delta is becoming so too. He'll be fine. He's always managed. Any doubt, any upset, anything other than a low thrum of guilt he tucks away entirely. "So- you gonna shiv me in the side or the back? Just avoid the kidney- it's new."