"Yeah?" He perks up at that, cocking his head at Delta as he works.

Locus, meanwhile, runs a thumb along the back of Taylor's knuckles. "Ours is...more selective. Some things we agree upon wholly, and others we remain staunchly opposed to. I have to find ways to block him out, or..."

And the milkshake is set aside so he can rub briefly at his own temple.