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LOG: What You Get Folks

Who: Delta Ai (Native), Maine (Native), Omega Ai (Native)
What: Family bonding... with a middle man.
Where: Movie Theater at the Gulch Mall.
When: Saturday 8/23, Noon
Warnings: Delta and Omega don't get along.

It is easier, of course, to do this apart. But the problem is that things aren't that easy anymore. They are having a problem with a lot of this. Having problems with a lot of things lately. But Maine was helping, and Delta is furious that Omega even brought the man into it. This was his boyfriend, and Omega's friend. They didn't need him in the middle of their squabble. And Delta definitely didn't need him to be here. But here, in the end, is where they are.

Delta waits outside of the theater, trying to ignore how uncomfortable he is in the open, waiting. Waiting for Omega. Waiting for his meddling boyfriend. Waiting for... well, something. Anything that proves he's getting better. That it's getting better. That he's not completely ruined.

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"Tickets," Maine agrees. "All have something."

"Oh," Delta chuckles, pulling nervously at his hair. "I forgot. I just... I used my card instead of the family one."

"What do you guys want to drink?" Omega asks, in a hurry to get into the movie before his luck runs out.

"Cream soda," he says. "If they have it. "Or cola, please."

"Root beer," Delta chimes, even though he knows his brother will know that. "So how about I go get us seats, and you two get the treats?"

"Cream soda and root beer," Omega says. "Sounds like a plan."

Sounds disgusting, but he doesn't have to drink it.

"All right. Trust you." He trust Delta to pick good seats. Maine doesn't hug him goodbye or try to take his hand, just keeps a respectful distance.

Delta waves cheerfully to them, handing the other two their tickets and rushing off to go find them seats.

Omega gets the drinks and a carrier, waits for Maine to finish getting the food. He wants to ask Maine something.

Maine gets the largest tub of popcorn available (with extra butter), a stack of napkins, the chocolate mints for Delta, and a box of red licorice. It takes longer than it should because of the crowd, but for some reason, no one dares to bump into him. Still, Omega is waiting when he finishes.

"Ready?" he asks. Ready for the movie, ready for whatever will happen next with Delta--at this point, it's all the same.

"Yes," Omega says. "No."

He hesitates. "What's the worst thing Delta knows you've done?"

"Worst?" He stops to think about it. "Knows I've killed. Never the details though. Why?"

"I expressed concern for his health," Omega says. "I ... did not do a very good job. He heard it as me saying he can't take care of himself. And I'm not sure he'll forgive me."

He doesn't want to be specific about what he accused Delta of. Delta would kill him. Maine might.

"So I'm trying to judge how much grovelling I have to do."

He thinks for a moment. "Don't grovel, I think. Just apologize and leave it."

The longer he talks with Delta about complicated issues like this, the worse it seems to get. Maybe Omega has the same problem.

"Don't give him a chance to find offense."

There. He's acknowledging that Delta isn't perfect, either.

"I called him batshit, I think that's plenty for him to take offense to!"

Oops.

Maine sighs. "See how talking more makes it worse? Apologize. Leave."

"I did that. Not exactly working," Omega says. "But he hasn't kicked me out yet, so at least I have that going for me."

"Didn't work?'

Well, there goes the method he intended to try.

"You sure?"

"I think he's still mad. I don't know anymore." Omega looks at Maine's shoes. "I just want him to tell me what he wants from me."

Maine puts a hand on his shoulder. "I do, too," he says. "But he won't. What can we do except give him space?"

Omega looks up at Maine. Not many people he can do that to. "Back him in a corner, trap him like a rat, and scream at him until he's too upset to lie," Omega says. "But that comes with its own set of problems."

"Don't," Maine says. "He needs time. Someone who can listen unconditionally. Don't know how to give him that. He's so afraid to trust."

"Of course he is. They're mandtory reporters," Omega says. "They think the littles are in danger, they have to call the authorities."

He shakes his head. "That's entirely independent of the issues Price left us with. He wanted so badly to keep us from telling anyone what he was doing."

One is a reasonable concern. One is not. Omega doesn't care about the difference, except for explaining to Maine.

"Don't know what to do," he says. "Needs a friend. Someone who will listen. But there's so much he won't tell me." How could they hope to find someone for him?

Omega shakes his head. "You and me both. We should go find him."

Before Delta thinks they ran away to the Vegas quadrant and got hitched.

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