"Whole?" Even before Felix. Even after- to have this rough edged uncertain twist to him and find a compliment in York. Perhaps even to include him in this though Delta is certain Locus wouldn't agree to introduce him to these sensations and sentiments if Locus didn't feel a shred of that for him as well.

Solid. Safe. Certain. A constant. The word Delta fights so hard to help York hide lights up his mind but he doesn't say it.

Can't. That is not his to say, at least it is not his to say first as he must dissect the notion. A fine distraction while his body shifts and molds itself around Locus, as his arms curl around shoulders and he turns to press his lips to his temple. "He feels it as well, with you. Whole."