Omega is still mad enough to spit, and possibly set a few things on fire, but he can put it aside, box it up and save it for later. Instead, he pulls Delta into a hug, tight enough that Delta's glasses bite into his shoulder. "Of course I'm not disappointed in you, D," he says. "The very idea is ridiculous."

Omega needs a new job, one where he gets to break things, because there is no way he's going to survive another semester and a half otherwise. "One more semester," he agrees, pretending he doesn't know how hard it is to get a job. Maybe, in Delta's line, it isn't. "We'll survive one more semester. We've done it so far." He lets Delta go, looks him in the eye. "You and me, we'll take care of everything, right?" Omega tries to give Delta an evil laugh.

He really hopes he hasn't broken him.