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.

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[ambitious_muse]

Sigma hasn't left the couch since Omega stormed out to find Delta. The kids are asleep--or, if they aren't, they being awfully quiet about it. Maybe they heard him crying and new better than to leave their rooms.

He slouches against the cushions with his helmet on, waiting for word. For anything. He holds Delta's book open in his right hand. Both lie on the couch, not upright for reading. His heart isn't in it. He can't stop thinking about his brother. Brothers, really: first Delta, then Omega, now Alpha.

Always Alpha.

A ping in his helmet tells him he has a new message. He has just enough strength, he decides, to stand, pull his helmet off, and go to the airlock to let York in.

[baruthumos]

It's late when Omega comes home. Hopefully everyone has fallen asleep.

He's alone, which he expected. Mostly he wanted to get out of the house before anger made him do something he'd regret later. He already regrets what happened, but at least he didn't scare the little ones.

Too late to worry about anything else now.

Maybe he'll sleep on the couch tonight. He's definitely going to sleep on the couch tonight. Because if Theta or Gamma asks him one more time about Delta...well. He doesn't want to answer.

There's someone on the couch, two someones. Sigma and Epsilon? Yes, that's Sigma, but the other isn't Epsilon. Who is that strange man in his house? Can't be a bad guy, since Sigma is lying on top of him. Probably the good York, given the scars. But he's in the house, while the children are here, without being vetted. Yet another thing he does not want to deal with.

"Hey," he yells, hoping to wake them up. "What the hell are you doing??"