"...It's gonna sound dumb." Which normally isn't something he worries about but- brand new person when he's forgotten a lot of the nuances in how to get people to do what he wants without it being overly manipulative or weird- and someone he's gonna be with for. Well.

Ever.

Delta's voice crackles over the helmet's speaker. He requires physical contact to ground him. We are both somewhat concerned this is an elaborate post mortem hallucination due to the fantastic nature of your and now his existence.