"Some things cannot be so neatly described in numbers." Such as this hook in his chest that belongs to York, something that tangles them both to Locus. The flutter of his pulse when he leans close enough to kiss him, that certainty above all else. There are no equations for these variables, merely the knowledge that this exists beyond calculating.

And for the first time in his existence- Delta is alright with that.

Such a firm line of command has him shivering- but nodding in agreement all the same. "Of course."

Unlike York- Delta can be and is patient. No less greedy but- their integration is inevitable. He knows it is coming, that it is something he will have, and makes no move to hurry Locus- somewhat fascinated by the play of those slick fingers over Locus' cock.