Log: I'll do what I can

[depthlesslock]

Who: York (native) and Sigma Ai
What: Consolation over a lost brother
Where: The Ai household
When: Saturday night
Warnings: Possible swearing

York follows the directions to Sigma's home as fast as he can, his mind running at the same speed. He's going to have to lie. No way around it, he's going to have to act like this is the first time he's heard of the disappearance. Comforting Sigma will be easy, lying to him won't be.

This is so fucked up. He's holding too many threads and not letting too many people know which threads he's holding. Eventually he's going to get tangled in them.

But he can worry about that later. For now, his attention needs to be on Sigma.

At last, he arrives at what his HUD tells him is the correct destination. It's bigger than what he'd expected on the income he'd gathered was brought in, but then again it does have to hold eight people. Not quite big enough to do so with complete ease though. Hurrying up the path, he steps up to the front door and considers pressing the intercom, when he remembers what Sigma said about the kids being in bed. So instead, he sends Sigma a message on the comms.

I'm here.

Comments

[ambitious_muse]

He can't do this. Not alone. He's only just found York and he's going to lose him, because how will he ever get Omega and Epsilon to cooperate?

Tears creep into his eyes again. He presses his hand against them, but they come all the same.

[depthlesslock]

A tremor makes him look down again. Sigma is shaking slightly, hands pressed over his eyes and York can feel that he's tense. So he tugs him more firmly against his chest, still holding him. He doesn't know what to say, so for once he says nothing.

[ambitious_muse]

He lets himself cry this time. All day, he's kept up a strong face for the little ones. He broke down when he called Delta and when he called York, but nothing like this.

York doesn't say anything. York doesn't judge. York just holds him close, his touch the only thing holding Sigma together while his world falls out from underneath him.

[depthlesslock]

God, Delta and Omega, look at this. Look at what's come of your fighting. ...Please sort out what you're going to do in the long run.

Sigma's shaking hard now and crying in his arms. York wishes there was an easy way to sort this all out, untangle the strings, but there isn't. At least not that he can see.

[ambitious_muse]

Even when he sobs, York doesn't let him go. Sigma clings to him, arms around his waist. He fears he will cry forever.

(Not forever. Eventually his weeping gives out and he falls asleep in York's arms.)

[depthlesslock]

Sigma's sobs gradually quieten and York is just about to ask how he's doing when he realises the man has fallen asleep. Well, good. He damn right needs it. Only now there's no way York can get up without disturbing him.

He debates for a moment, then sighs and shifts slight to get more comfortable. But he underestimates how tired he is after the long day and soon drifts off himself.