Voicemail

[goddamngrenades]

You have reached the voice mail system of FOXTROT 12.

When you are finished recording, just hang up or press pound for more options.

To request a locksmith, press one.

To hear these options in Spanish, press dos.

To send a verbal confirmation of a written command, press three.

To send a written confirmation of a verbal command, press four.

For delivery options, press five.

To page this person, press six.

To locate your nearest operator, press seven.

To leave a call back number, press eight.

To repeat this message, press nine.

Press zero for other options.

To mark this message as urgent, press eleven.

Thank you for calling, have a nice day.

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Comments

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[alaspooryork]

You would not be alone. [Hadn't he convinced Wash to do just the same? South had a lot to answer for, and even if he didn't take her treatment of him personally, there was North to consider. Him she had set up to be horribly injured, if not worse, and worse had in fact come to pass. And of course she'd let the Meta take Theta, which on some levels was even worse.

After York looses his grip, Delta shakes his head and looks at him, finally meeting York's eyes again.] You have nothing to apologize for, York. Nothing.

[He lets out a short huff.] But perhaps you can understand why I felt some awkwardness around North.

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[goddamngrenades]

He's not like that. He's never been like that. If he'd had any idea...

[ Do they have a right to tell him? They should. It's family, it's blood, and North should know just in case she ever appears. Just so he'll understand why the rest of them want nothing to do with her. ]

You should tell him.

[ York won't. It's not his to tell. It's just his to know and to work around and, christ, no wonder Delta's been so withdrawn. York smooths a hand through his hair and rests their foreheads together for a moment. It's nothing like being in each other's heads but it's close. ]

But it's up to you, alright? Whatever you want to do, whoever you feel safe with or don't- that's up to you. And you know I don't give a damn if you're useful or not, you're my friend, my partner, and I love you, D.

[ It's hard to explain in other words. There's nothing in english to really explain what they are to each other. But maybe now that Delta's got a human brain and a human body he'll understand a little bit better? Maybe. ]

Nothing'll ever change that.

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[alaspooryork]

I know he is not like that. [North would never have given up Theta to save himself--and South had known it, and it was that jealousy that had caused the final rift between them. It was a rift that North, if even aware of it, had not consciously acknowledged in a way that South had been able to understand. And it was that, more than anything else, that allowed Delta to trust him enough to agree that he could live with them.]

I cannot tell him yet. [It's barely above a whisper. Hell, he'd only just now told York, and he trusts York more than he's ever trusted anyone else.] Eventually, if you think it best, I will try, but it is too difficult presently.

[There's a tiny part of him that doubts York's words, even so, but he tells it to go silence itself because it is not helping. Instead, he takes a couple more deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself. York is here, he's not going anywhere, and besides, he's too terrible of a liar to sound this convincing about something he's not sincere about. That, more than anything else really, helps Delta calm down, to try to accept hat York's saying.]

Thank you, Taylor.

[Just that. Enough to acknowledge the words and add emphasis to the fact that he was listening. Maybe he can't say the same in return--he may never truly be able to, as emotion isn't and never has been something he's comfortable expressing, but if he can accept it that's as good as he's going to be able to do.]

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[goddamngrenades]

[ There's no other word that adequately describes the affection, loyalty, protective desires and familiarity that they've shared. It's a different sort of intimacy, wrapping your mind around someone else's, sharing a bridge between your thoughts and theirs. Love is the closest thing, the simplest, that he can use to say that he trusts Delta, that he won't ever leave, that he needs him, that he depends on him, and that he'll take care of him all in one little word.

It's not the same as he felt for Clair. Not what he'd felt for his family, but it's there.

That Delta responds with his name- not his designation? It's more than enough to have him pulling back with a smile. They're fine. They'll be okay. They'll get through this. ]

I'm here for you, D. Always.

[ He's a shit liar, he's always been a shit liar, but a fair actor and a fantastic infiltration specialist. He only holds a few things to be true since the project ended. That he will do anything for Delta, that he keeps his people safe, and that he'll be cold and dead in the ground before anyone ever makes Delta feel like this again. ]