Delta looks okay. He probably shouldn't be okay, and Omega thinks he might be faking it.

"Hey, you know I can't do this without you," Omega says, lightly punching Delta in the shoulder. "I'm serious, all this? Every thing you do?" He waves his hand in a circle, encompassing the housework that never ends and taking care of the kids, everything Delta does. "I'd drown everyone in the bathtub in under a week."

Omega can go about three days home with his brothers before he starts feeling like he's suffocating. He loves them, he really does, but he just isn't wired to do the same thing day in and day out. It makes his skin itch, and he doesn't understand how Delta does it.

Maybe Delta just has a longer fuse, and he's finally reached the end. That makes sense. Omega just caught him on a bad day, it's not his fault. Omega didn't cause this.

But the fact remains that Delta doesn't need Omega, just his paycheck. "We're going to be okay?"