"It would take both Locus and Taylor's cooperation but, in the interest of keeping things fair, I think they would find it in themselves to agree." Delta's hands pause from where they're flicking through data, helmet angling to Felix. "What do you miss most?"

Migraines, Taylor knows. That cognitive dissonance of having an extra presence in your mind- one implanted with your consent? Still a bitch. One put in place against your will? How Sam hasn't had screaming migraines on the regular is amazing to him. He reaches up, smoothing chilled fingers against his temple. "We're fine. He's cooperating, yeah?"