The second he's in his older brother's arms Delta's arms are right back around him, hands curling into Omega's shirt.

He almost hates himself for needing this. Actually hates himself for saying the words to put him here. But... God what else could he expect? There's been a lack of reinforcement that what he's doing is the right thing for years. It's not something Omega is good at. Well, no, that's not true. He's great with the little ones. They never doubt him or his love of them. Delta?

Delta just tries to prove himself, time and time again, to the brother who decided when he was eighteen that he was strong enough to take care of what had then been five siblings, pretty much all on his own.

That doesn't change the tension between them. The fact that for him Omega lets go too soon and that his instinct is to immediately control himself, put back together that composed expression that he faced the world with.

"We'll take care of everything," Delta agrees. "And I promise to resist the urge to spend tomorrow working."