Did we...?

He feels like he ought to remember something, some scrap of it, but nothing remains. It's been scrubbed clean, so all he has are present details. Delta saved him. Delta is keeping him safe, and appreciates his work, and wants him to get better. Delta is cradling his jaw and moving in like he wants to kiss him.

He's been so alone in here. For ages, it feels like. And Isaac's shoulders drop. "It'd be an imposition if you stopped, maybe."