"I've got you..."

The words roll in a warm rumble over his lips, and he smooths a hand over Delta's cheek, thumb sweeping across his cheek. Let him drink this in, let him savor it, let him learn for himself what it is and what it brings, and why York and Locus sought this in one another.

Now it's his, too. Heart still pounding and breath still coming in soft pants, Locus pulls him in tight to let him rest against him, and let him feel the pounding of his heart against his.