Locus kisses him quietly back, slow and simmering. The heat is starting to fade into that warm glow, and he does as he often does with Taylor, making certain to keep in contact as much as possible. Chest to chest. Nuzzling against his jaw and stroking his hair. Stretching that moment out as long as possible.

"...was it what you expected?" he murmurs, after a moment. After all, Delta's been privy to York's thoughts and feelings. He must have gleaned something from that, before now.