"It's gonna be okay." Like if he says it enough, means it enough? That'll be true. "I know this isn't you, man. Maybe it was when this happened- but it's not anymore."
They've both come so goddamn far from this bloodslick mess and what the hell is he thinking, stepping in close enough to reach out and brace his hands against all that sinew, all that torn flesh and armored plating? Delta runs odds of attack and survival but all of it is tempered with his awareness that this is- under every agonized inch of him- Locus. Sam. Someone they've both come to trust.
Someone that has saved them.
"I'm gonna save you. Okay? D and I aren't caught up in it this time. We've got you." The back of his eye glows green and while this is uncomfortably familiar? They're together on this and separate enough to keep from losing their damn minds. "I've got you."
Leaning forward that last little bit to thud their foreheads together is- well. Another hunch, another confounding moment. "You don't have to listen to him anymore."
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They've both come so goddamn far from this bloodslick mess and what the hell is he thinking, stepping in close enough to reach out and brace his hands against all that sinew, all that torn flesh and armored plating? Delta runs odds of attack and survival but all of it is tempered with his awareness that this is- under every agonized inch of him- Locus. Sam. Someone they've both come to trust.
Someone that has saved them.
"I'm gonna save you. Okay? D and I aren't caught up in it this time. We've got you." The back of his eye glows green and while this is uncomfortably familiar? They're together on this and separate enough to keep from losing their damn minds. "I've got you."
Leaning forward that last little bit to thud their foreheads together is- well. Another hunch, another confounding moment. "You don't have to listen to him anymore."