gunsforhire | Log: Security

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Log: Security

Who: Maine and Delta
What: Maine needs to talk about a few things after the events of the day
Where: the Ai residence
When: Monday night, 11 May (backdated)
Warnings: to add as needed

After the events of today, Maine knows better than to return to the Ai household in mercenary attire. He made an exception when he retrieved Omega earlier. Now that he intends to spend the night, this is different. He stops at the base only long enough to change into something comfortable enough to sleep in and pack an overnight bed.

He can't get Florida's voice out of his head. The switch from eager torturer to caring father-figure is uncanny, and while he knows Florida wouldn't intentionally hurt Louisiana, Maine is worried sick over Delta.

Once he has permission to borrow one of Niner's motorcycles, he hurries over to the Ai home. He has to know that Delta's okay. And more importantly, Delta deserves to know why he's concerned.

How Maine will do that without dragging Florida back into this mess, he doesn't know. It's what Louisiana would want, though. So for her and for his teammate, he'll keep the names out of this.

For now.

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Very not good then. Delta sits beside Maine and takes one of Maine's hands into both of his. "Can you talk about it?"

"Did York not tell you?" he asks. Perhaps not. Maybe he didn't want to frighten Delta or invade his space. "Or Sigma?"

Clearly not. LOUISIANA GOT INTO TROUBLE THIS WEEKEND. SIGMA FOUND HER ON CAMPUS THIS MORNING, HIDING AND INJURED.

"Thus the losing the job," Delta agrees. "I'm sorry your friend got hurt. You should be with her, though."

Maine shakes his head again. SOMEONE WAS AFTER HER. WHEN THEY FOUND OUT I WAS INVOLVED

His hands are shaking. He takes Delta's hands again and tries to calm himself. "They threatened you."

It takes a moment for Delta to process what he's seeing on Maine's lips, but in the end he's certain he's read it correctly. So he twists his hands in Maine's grip so he can squeeze the far larger hands.

"Of course they did, Maine. When people want to hurt you, they go for your weak points. And neither of us can even laughingly pretend that I'm not a weakness," Delta sighs. "Perhaps... retaining that weak point in your line of work isn't the best decision."

He's so calm about this. So resigned. And it isn't fair. "Not weak. A liability, maybe." One that only Florida would know to exploit.

"You," he says, "are a liability worth having."

"I'm not if a threat has you upset so easily," Delta counters. But he isn't letting Maine's hands go. He likes it too much. He likes being close to his boyfriend like this.

"That's what a team is for," Maine says. "York came to guard. Texas neutralized the threat."

How she did, he has no idea. But Florida had seemed so calm during the encounter at the Cytherean. (Most of it, anyway.)

"Just needed to make sure you're okay," he admits.

"I'm fine, all things considered," Delta points out, moving to lean more heavily against Maine. Yeah, it meant he can't see Maine's lips anymore, but he doesn't want to. Seeing the words and not getting to hear them is far past depression.

"Thanks for protecting me then."

ALWAYS, he spells into Delta's hands.

He should tell Delta more about Louisiana, especially the fact that she knows about his implants. Instead, he wants to enjoy the quiet.

Really, he's very tempted to kiss Delta, to see if he can tease a smile back to those sullen lips. But would Delta want that?

He wants to chide Maine for that comment. Tell him that he shouldn't make promises that he can't keep. There is too much of that in the lives of the Ais. But at the same time he can't bring himself to bring Maine down.

THANK YOU he spells back. It's nice to do it like this, to press the letters into Maine's hands.

Delta doesn't seem entirely pleased with that promise. A kiss would be the wrong idea entirely.

L KNOWS ABOUT YOUR IMPLANTS. FIGURED IT OUT, he spells instead.

"Oh," Delta says aloud, looking away from Maine. "That's going around lately. How Delta can't manage anything at all because he can't hear."

No, no, that's not what he meant at all. He slips an arm around Delta's shoulder.

Delta lets himself lean against Maine. "The twins don't care, Theta seems more relaxed, but..>"

Well, he's useless here. He wouldn't have known Maine was here without the luck of being looking at his datapad at the time.

Fingerspelling is slower with his left hand, but he tries anyway. SHE HAS BEEN CURIOUS WHY I SPEND SO MUCH TIME WITH YOU, YES, BUT MORE IT SLIPPED OUT WHEN WE NEEDED TO PROTECT YOU.

He hesitates, then adds, I LOVE THE EXCUSE TO BE WITH YOU. He can't help pressing a gentle kiss to Delta's forehead.

Delta blushes, and true to his habits for the last few days, buries a bit of his face in the scarf Maine made for him.

"I... I like you being here too. It's okay that she knows I guess. I mean, she's your best friend."

And Delta's his boyfriend. So he guesses maybe he'd share things about Maine with a best friend because that was what you did, right?

He's so adorable with his face tucked behind the scarf. Maine is relieved that he likes it. Grinning, he spells, SHE IS. AND SHE'S EXCITED TO MEET YOU.

He would have introduced them weeks ago if he didn't want to make Delta self-conscious.

"If she's important to you..." Delta turns to smile up at Maine. "Then I want to meet her. Like you met my family. Know my family. Except Gamma I think."

"I'd like that," he says.

He's smiling again. That perfect, sincere smile. Maine catches himself leaning toward it and he's tempted not to stop.

He's so close. In more than the their bodies are close together and he's warm and he's smiling sort of way. No, Maine's close in a way that has Delta wondering, has his eyes flicking toward those lips and Maine's own, smaller smile. What if he just closed his eyes and leaned forward and let himself...

His eyes don't close in time. Well, really, they are open long enough to see the bedroom door open and watch the twins rush into the room to bounce onto the bed to join Maine and Delta. Eta's chattering and signing excitedly. It's dinner time and Omega wants to know if he's going to join them.

Delta blushes and pulls back from Maine.

"Seems like I should get these two washed up for their dinner."

So close, but even a locked door would not have stopped the twins. "I'll help," he says, still not wanting to leave Delta's side.

Delta isn't even looking at Maine to see the offer. Instead he just picks up Iota and offers Eta his hand. "Come on then, Omega will be upset if you aren't neat and tidy."

Stupid twins and stupid timing he almost... He thinks he almost kissed Maine.

Eta lets Maine pick her up instead. He doesn't offer to let her climb up him like he usually would. He's not in the mood for games.

He shouldn't find Delta's disappointment encouraging, but it's an easy assumption to make.

Delta smiles thankfully at Maine when he picks Eta up and leads the procession to the thankfully not cramped upstairs bathroom. Iota gets put down by Delta on the edge of the tub and he smiles at the boy before grabbing a wash cloth and wetting it.

Iota gets less messy than Eta, mostly because she goes into the messes first.

"Silly, Io, getting all dirty."

Io smiles shyly at his older brother. "I tried not to."

"With you hands," Delta corrects the boy.

The signs aren't sharp or quick, but the content gets across soon enough.

I TRY NOT TO.

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