"You do." And there's no question. No anxiety over allowing himself this vulnerabilty- over allowing Locus to mind York so well as he has for the past few months. He swallows past a knot of emotion he can't name in his throat and drops his lips to Locus', trying to distract them both from the thin sheen of tears he's blinking away.

This is how it feels to be wanted.

To be loved.

And he feels it for Locus as well. Why do they fear saying the words? This is where one should say them instead of a joke- and as Delta cannot do either? He continues to rest, curled over Locus, counting the rhythm of their hearts.