That . . . he is still getting used to. As is the awareness of Delta still there on the table, fully present even as Taylor rounds the door and completely exits the room.

"I guess we're still getting used to some things that really weren't possible, before," he comments, resting his chin on his palm.

Theta nods, still facing the direction York went, then glancing back at Delta, voice tinged with nervousness at the blatant reality of the two of them not within close range of one another. "How far apart do you get?"